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My wolf shrank, curling tight inside me. The light flickered on. Rows of metal shelves stretched out, packed with frozen meat and sealed trays. The floor was bare concrete with a long drain running down the center. I dipped the brush into the bucket and scrubbed. The smell came up almost right away. Blood. Old. Deep. Soaked into the concrete like a memory that refused to fade. I froze and leaned down, ignoring the sting in my knees. I breathed in again, slower this time. Wolf blood. Blackwater blood.

Dust covered volumes that hadn't been touched in millennia, their secrets kept in darkness. I moved silently through the stacks, looking for anything related to Ruby Wolves. Father's sudden interest in Sienna suggested he knew something I didn't—something worth breaking our long-standing neutrality with the werewolves. In the oldest area, a small chest bound in silver chains caught my eye. The lock snapped easily in my hands, showing scrolls so ancient they threatened to crumble at my touch. The Blood of the Ruby Wolf, one book read. I carefully unrolled it, my eyes widening at the lighted text.

every rustle of leaves, every shifting wolf in the distance amplified, as if the moon were inside her skull, beating like a second heart. The sky above cracked with red clouds that shouldn’t have been there. No storm. No thunder. Just... pressure. A rising tension. The prelude to something old and holy and catastrophic. The Blood Phase had begun. And with it came the waking dreams. It started with a flicker. A twitch behind her eyes. Then the world broke. She saw Asher. His throat torn open, blood bubbling between his teeth. Reaching for her. Then Victor. On his knees, screaming in a language older than English. Fire in his mouth. His chest hollowed out like a sacrificial offering.

Steam whispers from the water’s surface as crimson flakes spiral in. Old Wolf (sniffing, cautious): “…This scent…” He sniffs the red-glowing pool again, ears flattening. A low whine escapes his throat. Old Wolf (soft growl): “She lives. The fire’s child… she bleeds.” He drinks—and convulses. His eyes roll back. His muscles lock. A howl claws up from his throat—strange, haunting. A memory from ages buried. Old Wolf (hoarse whisper, almost human):

“You murdered him…” “And so what?!!!” Chase asked in a yell as he had finally lost it. His eyes brimmed with intense bloodlust that even Alesha shuddered just staring at them. “What if I did, huh? The old man was going to die anyways. I did him a favor by relieving him of his misery and the bastard should be grateful that I did. He was going to hand everything to the Allen, leaving me with what? Crumbs?” “You shouldn’t have…”

The bond in my chest pulsed weakly in reply. Then from outside—a long, low howl broke through the rain and fog. Not Nightbane. Not ordinary wolves. They were back. And that night, my first blood wasn’t spilled for war… but to save the one woman even the Elders feared. ***

Not the tech weapons, but old-school killers, designed to poison wolf blood irreparably. Zeph's body jerked as the first bullet slammed into his shoulder, spinning him halfway. The second punched through his chest, blood blooming dark and instant. Third, fourth, fifth… relentless, a storm of silver tearing through flesh and bone. He crumpled to his knees, ropes snapping taut then slack as he fell forward, eyes wide in shock and pain. Thrilling horror surged through me like ice water in my veins… time fractured, stretching into an endless, agonizing crawl. The room dissolved into a nightmarish blur of stuttering muzzle flashes, sharp and white, and thick curls of acrid gunsmoke that burned my

Chapter 79 Karien's Pov Just below the wall, there was a fresh drop of blood. I wasn't stunned when I saw the drops of blood. I thought it was of some animals. Then I felt strange and I had that urge to investigate more about the blood. So I dipped my finger on the blood and taste it. Now it was my time to be shocked. The blood was none other than of a human. I couldn't believe it when I knew I saw the human blood in the werewolf residence.

There was a small hole in Sean's stomach he vomited blood and collapsed. Iris' arm was covered in his blood, Marissa grasped Iris' cheeks and found an empty and lifeless eyes. Shaking her up and she lost consciousness. What the hell is going on? This was an unexpected fight when everyone placed their bets on Sean. How is it possible that a human killed a wolf?