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In my hands, the small crystal globe flickered softly… glowing with faint, shifting light. Lena called it a dragon’s eye. Said it could mirror whatever I wanted to see, as long as the energy around it stayed stable. Stable…. Right. The image inside was a blur of sand and movement…. Orion, standing at the center of the arena surrounded by unconscious wolves. The camera, or whatever dragon magic this thing used, zoomed on its own, focusing on the balcony. And there he was. Lucien Silver. I clenched my jaw, the memory of what his pack did flashing through my mind.

A jagged scar ran across his left cheekbone — not a battle wound, but something deliberate, ritualistic. “Lyra Kane,” he said, voice smooth and resonant. “I am Lord Thorne Ravencrest, leader of the Eclipse Order. Former High Advisor to Kaelith… before he chose obsession over reason.” Lyra kept her distance, studying him carefully. “You asked for this meeting. Speak.”

I hadn’t even meant to fight him properly—just long enough to keep him busy and buy the others some time to escape. “You know Riftan?” he asked. I nodded casually. “Uh-huh. And it seems like you know him, too.” “I’ve known Riftan ever since he became Alpha. Has he mentioned my name?” “Doesn’t ring a bell.” “I am Leurel Reissfield,” he said, with that smug tone only old monsters have. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Riding Hood.” Vines of ivy shot toward me. I pulled out my longsword and swung—but they were too thick, too rough. The blade couldn’t cut through, and the vines overwhelmed it. I clicked my tongue and let the sword go.

Draven’s anger has grown while he listens to him, he wants to tear him apart. “Does that person has a name?” He asked him while trying to stay calm. “Raven, Raven Bellon”, Leon said it, purposely twice, wanting to see his reaction male werewolves that are here, came together with their beloved ones”, Draven acted the same. “The person is a female”, Leon was persistent, knowing he was pushing his luck. “So?” Draven asked like it doesn’t concern him. “There wasn’t been new persons for a long time, and if it was, they would be protected here, and you are pushing your luck, former Alpha”, Draven’s voice was harsh, but commanded.

"And his Luna, the esteemed Dr. Juliet Blackthorne, the continent's leading expert in supernatural botany and the chief editor of the Journal of Lycanthropic Gene Therapy." Thunderous applause filled the hall. The same people who had been laughing at me were now clapping furiously, their eyes filled with fawning respect. Orton's gaze swept over the room, finally landing on Cullen. "Cullen," he said, his voice laced with a dangerous calm. "Thank you for being too blind to see the treasure you held in your hands." Cullen's face was pale. "Impossible… Her 'institute' was just a tiny workshop in a basement…"

"Get out here. Now." Lyra dried her hands on a rag and hurried outside, her heart pounding with a mixture of curiosity and dread. She stepped into the courtyard and saw a group of unfamiliar wolves standing with Kael and Jaxon. At their center was a tall, imposing figure with piercing blue eyes and an air of authority that made her shiver. Orion Stormwind.

“No. I won’t accept that. We’re not giving up.” “Leah…” “No, Caelum!” My voice echoes against the stone walls. “Someone sent that witch to kill him. Orion wants him out of the way. You said it yourself—this poison hasn’t been seen for centuries. That means Orion has help, maybe dark magic stronger than any of us.” Caelum looks troubled, but he doesn’t argue. “Even if you’re right, storming into his stronghold now would be suicide.” I jab my finger at Lucian’s still form. “I’m not sitting here while Orion hides behind his monsters.”

The stranger leaned forward on his saddle horn, “Surly you’re joking. Have you been outside lately? A storm is blowing in from the west. I would be much obliged if you would let me have a quiet corner to bed down at least.” “That depends on what business brings you this way, friend.” Cain said. The stranger eyed both Knox and Cain while stroking his day old beard. After he finished evaluating them, he took a breath to speak, “I have been following a Diabolist. Do you boys know what a Diabolist is?” Cain acted offended, “We’re standing in an Earth Node. What do you think, Stranger?” “What does she look like?” Oren asked. “Blonde hair, average build, blue eyes and a dimpled smile. She is very

Why would a witch want a cub when it was not hers? "Before I was born," Helia began. "A werelion spied on an organization of humans. This organization was a secret one and was owned by Mr. Wilkinson, a rich, diabolic, and crazy businessman who knew that werelions and werewolves were real. He wanted to form an invincible army of werelions and werewolves so that he could become more powerful. The more powerful he becomes, the more evil he can perpetuate. But, Mr. Wilkinson had no idea where werelions and werewolves lived so he decided to meet Nyx. He knew that Nyx was a powerful witch and could help him. Brient, the werelion spy told Alpha Leander about this so Alpha Leander met with Nyx to di

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”