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Came the monster's dreadful tone. Showers of gunshots fill the entire room. My father goes mute as the bullets mercilessly amputate his flesh. Blood is dribbling like a savage river from uncountable parts of his body. As they acquit his dismantled blood-drenched body to the floor after the monster is contented, my body follow him to the ground too. I can't stand it. I can't see anymore. I can't think again. I can't feel anything. I don't even know if I am breathing!

~Vivaldi's POV~ I'M IN BLOODY HEAVEN, drinking up the rich blood like a cat with cream. My tongue's dancing, enjoying every drop like it's the best thing ever. Mr Bean-head goes limp, and I let him fall, his eyes glassy and staring. I close them, 'cause even a monster like me has some respect.

The beast lunged, but Bruce dodged with a speed that left even Malrik watching with intrigue. With a roar, Bruce leaped onto the beast’s back, his claws tearing through its tough hide. The creature bucked and thrashed, but Bruce’s grip was ironclad. He drove his claws into its spine, channeling every ounce of his strength into the attack. With one final, ear-piercing roar, the beast collapsed, its body dissolving into black smoke that dissipated into the air.

Then again, maybe he was worried that he wouldn't be able to resist the urge and temptation to suck Ash's blood. "Take it easy, Devon. The serum Ayden gave you can make you resist the temptation to suck any human blood." I then turned my head towards the sound of approaching footsteps, and it was exactly as I had expected that it was Ayden and Gabby. "I'll leave Ash." "Where are you going? You guys, I mean." "I'm going to the southern waters to find the mythological creature that has troubled many people. But this stubborn woman insists on coming along."

Kaelen bit down hard on his lower lip, looking like he was ready to face death itself. Suddenly, it felt pointless, so I got out of the bed and left the room without looking back. Over the next few days, I didn't go home. Instead, I spent my time drinking at the biggest tavern in the city. This was the famous Beastkin Lounge, where every server was a different type of beastman. Some even offered special services. That day, I was completely wasted. My gaze wandered to the delicate-looking beastman beside me, quietly pouring my drink.

"Isn't this rain lasting a little too long?" Felix held me close, frowning slightly. Beastmen were always sharp—his instincts were sounding the alarm. I nodded. Fortunately, we had reinforced the power system earlier. Otherwise, with rain this heavy, a blackout would have been a real problem. "Honey, should we go take a look outside?" I blinked. "How?" "By flying, of course." He ruffled my hair, murmured something under his breath, and suddenly—wings unfurled across his back.

I dismissed my thoughts and had my bath. One of the servants was waiting for me outside the bathroom when I finished. "The master wants to see you," She said. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered what Logan might want from me again. I dressed up quickly and went to his room. He sat in a chair waiting and only glanced up when I announced my arrival. "Since you've decided to run away, I'll find a better use for you." He said, his voice laced with disgust. "There's an auction happening in three days time at the BlackMoon pack. You're on the list."

“The antidote will need time to work. In that time, you will need rest and you will need food. We camp, Riven. Now.” He ignores me as I stew. I can tell he's not wrong — I feel weaker than usual, and my every breath is strained — but I don't like it. Still, I climb down from my beast and tie its harness around the waist of a tree. The beast paws the dirt before settling to chew on the grass at the base of the tree. Feeling generous, I pull out some sugar cubes and corn and let the beast feed out of my palm before I make my way to Vayrek.

My human acts like this don't concern him but I can smell the yearning in him and it overwhelms me with the desire to drag him to me and sink my fangs into his delicate neck. Beau tosses aside the drained bag. His eyes have lost their blazing edge, but they're red enough to glow. I pull a second bag of blood from my pocket and wave it daringly in front of Beau's face. “Keep watch tonight, I propose.” And this will be yours as soon as the sun rises in the morning. Beau licks his lips and nods without hesitation. “Done.” He doesn't wait around for any additional small-talk. His footsteps move around us and he leaves the tree house.

FENRIC'S POV I shifted the moment I left the breakfast table, bones snapping and reforming as my beast tore free, and launched myself down the corridor at a speed that blurred the world around me. The spiral staircases vanished beneath me in great lunging strides as something feral flooded my veins, burning away anything that wasn’t instinct. I barely registered descending level after level. I only knew one thing: I was going to tear those guards apart. But the rage wasn’t only for them. Part of it was directed at myself.