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“You fought like something… primal. That wasn’t your wolf. You didn’t shift.” I said nothing. “Tell me,” he continued, voice darkening, “what are you?” The question cut deeper than anything else could have. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “Bullshit.” I flinched. “You killed seven trained wolves, Ivy. Rogues, yes, but strong. Smart. You didn’t just fight them — you dismantled them. You broke them in ways I’ve only seen in one place.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “In the archives of the Old Bloods.”

_Zarek’s POV_ Blood. Fucking silver blood. It soaked through my shirt and burned like hell, and still I was standing, barely. Zade helped me to the car while I clenched my teeth so hard I thought they’d crack. The warehouse reeked of blood, death, and betrayal. We had wiped out every damn wolf who turned on us. Every single one. Except for that motherfucker Veyric. He ran like the coward he’s always been. Next time I see him, I’ll bury my claws in his damn throat.

The gold light crawling up my arms feels like fire and like home. “Wren,” Draven says. His voice is quiet. Careful. “Put the knife down.” I look at him. Really look. The bond is still there. Still burning. But under it, something else hums. Something older. Something that calls the light. Clay’s cry destroyed the tanks. Not the pack. Wrath was right. First Blood doesn’t kill wolves. It kills enemies. And right now, I don’t know who the enemy is. “Alistair,” I say. My voice doesn’t sound like mine. “Is he dead?”

I snickered. "Next time, baby. Get ready, because I'm coming for it." "Hey, we had a deal. I hope you're ready for the alpha size dildo I ordered." "Oh I'm ready." He nibbled on my nose. "Whatever you want, baby, I'm game." *THE END* To be continued: Wolfbitten, Book 4 of the Wolfbane Series

I asked, sensing the unease in her eyes. "Someone is coming," she told me. Just like that, I felt the chill of alertness ran through my bones. It was like suddenly there was a cold mist forming around the hall. The air was thick with strange scent. It was the first time I got so keen on my extrasensory. That, someone, was indeed, a vampire. "So what are we going to do?" I asked.

Alex then got up and left the library. On his way out of the mansion of the leader of my ancient vampire clan, Alex calmed himself from the vision he had while holding the ancient book. Yes! Alex himself could hardly believe what was happening. I don't know how it worked, but certainly when he touched the old book, images of things that had happened in the past related to the contents of the book seemed to automatically spin in Alex's head. Alex saw people who were jealous and afraid of the power of the Echelon vampire clan making evil plans to destroy the Echelon clan.

"Werewolf hearing, you know? Always picking up strange noises. Anyway, let's see what this is all about. There seems to be something... peculiar about your blood.” The book in her grip was old and fragile, its pages yellowed and worn. She flipped through them with a careless disregard, sending a cloud of dust particles swirling into the air. The fine powder tickled my nose, making me sniffle and sneeze. I tried to stifle the urge, but it was futile. “Your blood, my dear, is something truly special. It's a gift, a blessing from the four wise elders themselves," she began, settling comfortably into the recliner before us.

Chapter 11: A Debt in Blood Pain pulsed through my skull, dragging me slowly back to consciousness. My head felt like it was wrapped in fog, each thought sluggish and disjointed. My body—limp and heavy, like something had drained all life from it—lay uncomfortably on cold, unforgiving stone. A damp, stagnant air filled the room, the pungent scent of mildew mixing with something metallic, like blood, so thick I could almost taste it.

This was the raw essence of the mate-bond, stripped of the "Celestial Drama." "The wolves are shifting, Gia," he continued, using my human name with a grit that made my marrow ache. "But it’s not the 'Luminous Ascension' we promised them. It’s the Old Way. It’s the blood-hunger. It’s the bone-snap. Without the filters of the West, the North is becoming a Meat-Market again." The 197th Chapter was the beginning of the Primal Drift.