Novel & Cerita Wolfenstein Old Blood Chapters

He found her in the estate's library. Isla had not touched the library, another characteristic blind spot, the same category as Lucien's garden. Isla was not interested in the past. She was interested in the present and the future and the management of both, and the Silver Moon Pack's library was purely historical. Old texts, old records, old wolf law going back to the pack's founding. Vivienne had found a section of the library that hadn't been touched in years and had pulled every text on Blood Oath law that existed in the collection. They were spread across the long central table in the systematic arrangement of someone conducting research with the furious efficiency of controlled rage.

There was a network glitch for some time, and the page couldn't load on time, but finally, after refreshing the page through gritted teeth, the cure finally stood before me. I began to read it aloud: drain all the blood in the body of the werewolf. Refill the werewolf with the blood of another werewolf mixed with vitamins within the next two minutes; an extra minute brings the werewolf closer to death. It is a fifty-fifty chance. Good luck. What the fuck! The blood of another werewolf?

The palace council chamber had never held such tension. Alphas from every region, emissaries from the scattered border clans, and even a few rogue leaders sat around the obsidian table, wary but present. For the first time in generations, all factions of werewolf blood stood under the same roof. I sat beside Rafael, my fingers resting on the scroll from Elira. The truth of the prophecy lay within, and now it was time to share it. "The Old Blood is coming," I began. "You’ve all heard the rumors. I’m here to confirm them. The Elders have awakened. And they’re coming for my son."

Without it, her magic would weaken enough for the others to destroy the stone. I reached the tent and pushed aside the flap, slipping inside. There, on a makeshift altar, lay the old book, its pages glowing with dark energy. As I reached for it, a voice spoke behind me. "I wondered when you'd show your true colors." I turned slowly, coming face to face with the second spy—the one even Ingrid hadn't known about. "Hello, Luther," I said to the Blood Moon Pack's Beta. The Mother My wolves were falling. The Ancient Alpha tore through my best fighters while my wolf-witches struggled against his rogues.

The smell of blood and smoke suffocated me and made me nauseous. But nothing could stop me. Then... I smelled it. Marilyn's scent. Faint... Mixed with... another scent. A familiar scent... blood. I ran. I ran with everything I had left. And when I turned the corner of one of the fallen houses... I was met with hell. A gigantic, gray, monstrous wolf. Covered in scars from ancient battles. Roaring as it bit Marilyn's neck. It dragged her along, rubbing her body on the ground as if she were nothing.

When I reach the cliff again, I see Alex. His throat has been cut open. Blood sprays from the severed artery. He gasps for air. His hands claw helplessly at the wound. He struggles. For two long minutes. Then— Silence. — The fourth time. Melissa. Wolf claws tear through her torso. Blood spreads across the ground, turning the moonlight deep crimson. She coughs. Collapses. And doesn’t rise again. — Again. And again. And again. The people I love. My friends.

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT LESLEY Jeremy and I, made our way to the chambers of the head of the Elders. It was a large hall, one that always made us feel as if we were walking into an ancient arena, the weight of past traditions pressing down on my shoulders. But tonight was different. I wasn’t here to adhere to protocol or be tied down by their rules. I was here go get us a need for survival. Jeremy was right. The time for waiting has finally come to an end, and if the Elders couldn’t see the urgency of the situation, then I would make them see it. Wether they like it or not. As we approached the grand entrance, two guards stepped aside, recognizing Jeremy and I. They opened

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

We both got inside the car and he drove off without another word on the matter. By the time we finally arrived back at the pack house, I was exhausted and very hungry. Every part of my body felt heavy and worn down. But aside from all of it, I was relieved that I had finally made it back in one piece. That alone felt like something worth holding onto. All through the drive back, I had been reading the Book of Shadows, going straight to the chapters that talked about crescent wolves and pure blooded wolves. I read every word carefully, turning each page slowly, making sure I didn't miss anything.

Inside were dozens of handwritten notes and a small, glowing vial of silver liquid. I grabbed a notebook and flipped it open. It wasn't the old man’s handwriting. It was sharp, elegant, and familiar. It was the handwriting from the feedback on my English Lit essays. > 'September 14th: The Zeen wolf is dormant, but the scent is unmistakable. The old man was in the way. He won't be found. The Council suspects nothing. We have until the Blood Moon to trigger her awakening. If the ritual fails, she dies. If it succeeds, the pack is finally destroyed. She is the price.'