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The forbidden technique had completely failed me. Devon chuckled, walking over slowly. He lowered his body over me while I lay defeated on the ground, a shadow blocking out the sun. He leaned down, his hot breath hitting my face as he whispered sneeringly, “Get ready to serve me, pup.” A sudden, ancient fury ignited deep within my soul, burning hotter than any wolf spirit ever could. I glared up at his arrogant face, my vision turning white. “I will serve nobody,” I hissed. With those words, a terrifying wave of energy violently rushed down my arms. My palms suddenly began to glow fiercely, emitting a brilliant, blinding silver light that pulsed with a raw, suffocating pressure.

My hybrid form endured the pain but my magic flared erratically scorching walls instead of her. The twins cried out. Their fear fed my rage. I roared and channeled it. A stronger blast hit Gloria and hurled her into the far wall. She slid down then rose eyes blazing. "Impressive. But you remain a child with power you cannot aim." She summoned illusions of bleeding witches. Their ghostly screams filled my ears. Skeletal hands reached for me. I tore through them with uncontrolled bursts. Sweat poured down my face. My legs trembled under the strain.

"There's a leader, a human with a twisted grin. He's holding a ancient tome, bound in black leather. The cover is adorned with silver runes, pulsing with dark energy." Rosalind's vision zoomed in on the book. "The runes are a mix of human and werewolf script. I can feel the power emanating from it, a dark and malevolent force." Cathryn's voice was grim. "That's the Order's grimoire. They've been searching for it for centuries." Rosalind's vision shifted, revealing a massive army of humans and werewolves, gathered at the edge of a city. "I see an army, Mom. They're preparing to strike, to take over the world."

Preston shot Tara some looks, but she was too busy crying to notice his hints. "Preston Whitmore, what do you plan to do with your wife after she beat me up today?" Steeling himself, he grabbed Tara by the hair and lifted her up from the floor. He mercilessly slapped her while scolding her. "You should not have offended Jeanine, you stupid woman! This will teach you a lesson!" Tara's cheeks became swollen. Confused and terrified at Preston, who had never been this angry before, she cried and pleaded for mercy. However, Preston did not go easy on her. He stole glances at me while I enjoyed their little fight. I finally called for a stop when Tara's face was swollen beyond recognition.

“By blood and by oath, I bind you to this ritual. Render your power unto me!” A figure wreathed in smoke and shadow emerged from the depths of the chamber, Imreth himself, chains rattling. His molten eyes glowed with both fury and respect. He extended a clawed hand, and the pillar’s flame ran up his arm, forging a scarlet brand on his gauntlet. In that moment, the trio of runes; wolf, moon, flame, blazed in unison, and the basin’s waters exploded upward in a column of blood that rained down in gentle droplets.

“No, sweetheart. Justice is what we pretend to want. Revenge is what makes us feel.” There was silence between us. A mutual understanding. I handed him the folder I’d compiled. Photos. Transactions. Testimonies. Threats. He flipped through the pages, whistling low. “She’s gotten sloppy.” “She’s gotten arrogant,” I replied. “Even better,” he said. “Arrogant women always forget the walls they built have cracks.” He took another drag. Then looked up at me with a twisted grin. “You want to destroy her? You’ll need to become someone she never saw coming.”

Mara sucked the blood that was coming out of her lips because she bit it hard enough to make it bleed and it somehow calmed her down. Just when she was about to get off her bed, someone kicked which threw her from her bed to the balcony. The spell of time surrounding her came undone and when she opened her eyes to lash out to whoever kicked her, her bloodlust decreased as she stares at the furious demon in front of her. Wrath's wings are flaming black and purple while he's holding a sword made of dark energy and electricity. Without a word, Wrath swung his sword with a goal to at least chop off a finger.

She didn’t smile or introduce herself, just looked down at the ground as Bailey paired everyone up. “Okay!” Bailey shouted. “We’re going to just get right into it. It’s important for you to learn your weaknesses and strengths. I’ll be going around watching you each spar. There are no rules here, much like there won’t be any when fighting against other packs. Do anything you want. Push each other. Begin!” My heart started pounding. That was it? I had never fought before! What was I supposed to do? There’s no way this little wolf could even hurt me, though.

He pressed his bleeding hand to her wrist, his words steady, ancient, vibrating with power as he spoke the vow. Elora gasped as warmth surged through her veins, colliding with the icy grip of the curse. Two forces battled inside her—Kerric’s darkness, Joel’s fire. Her body convulsed, the ruins trembling as cracks split the earth, the stones straining under the war of oaths. The wolves howled louder, their voices shaking the sky. The blood moon dipped low, its light searing into her until her scream split the air—agony and ecstasy colliding, her soul torn between two destinies.

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S