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He could sense her lips throbbing and her veins pumping blood. He grunted and continued talking, “There’s only a thin chance of turning someone into a Vampire. It is thinner if your bloodline is closer to the original Vampire.” She could feel she had no way of escaping him. She might as well converse and listen to what he has to say. She breathes in and out till she calms down. “How far are you in this bloodline?” She asks. He grinned and kissed her on the forehead. Happy she’s taking an interest in his story, “5th, I was turned into a Vampire during the Black Death.”

“You…Logan! Mum stood, frozen, as she locked eyes with the familiar figure standing before her, a burning rage growing in her. “I always knew you were up to no good. You blood sucking, power driving son of a bi…..” “Quit being dramatic, it's already over!, Hand her over!. He taunted, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. Suddenly, he shifted into a massive black wolf with horrifying crimson eyes, baring its teeth as it growled fiercely. In a flash, he slammed into her. The room was immediately filled with the horrific sound of flesh tearing as its enormous jaws dug into her shoulder. “Noooo…!”, the word tore out from my throat. I immediately clutched my mouth with my hand, my eyes widene

Mario continued, “Blood is thicker than water. Always remember... Leone blood runs in your vein. Even if our family is not smooth, don’t spit on your family name.” Before she could reply, he hung up. The phone beeped. The line went dead. Amara lowered the phone slowly, her eyes still fixed on the mirror. Her face was blank, but then something shifted. A small smile crept up. It widened... and widened... until she burst into laughter. The sound echoed through the room. Sharp, strange laughter..like someone who finally realized the game they were in. She flipped her hair back and kept staring at herself. “What about you make use of this moment wisely,” she muttered under her breath.

“You know, wood on wood.” I chuckled. “Yeah, I got that part.” Navo chuckled in my ear. “That was a good one, except that Pinocchio wears gloves, so it’s not really wood on wood.” “Fuck off, Navo,” Wilder said. “He took himself raw.” The men chuckled as Wei’s car came into view. We had set up chairs under the shade of a tree. The illusion of this meeting taking place needed to happen so my father, Lev, Wrath, Agron, and Gage had time to execute their attacks. Bruce Wei would be the last one to die.

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

This time Leo leaves a hand on my shoulder and turns me to face Ben along with him. “Ben, this is Remington. Alpha Jamie’s son.” This one sentence changed the air around us. A new wind blew through the pack members as the truth of my bloodline was announced so simply in that one introduction. Whispers moved through the group but the loudest gasp came from right in front of me, standing next to Ben. For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed.

"It's all because of that bitchy mother of yours that our bloodlines were tarnished, polluted and trampled! We no longer have the purity we had before!" "You are the source of trouble. You are the seed that polluted our bloodline! Now, hand over your life!" The b*tch's mother? Bloodline sullied? Handing over your life? Yang Xiao’s anger was completely unleashed. No one in this world had the right to humiliate his mother. Even if that person was an exceptional Martial Emperor, Yang Xiao would still dare to draw his sword against him. “You’re too noisy.” Yang Xiao’s Shining Dragon’s Eye was activated to its limit.

The main image took up all the space in my chest. Calista Dravenne, live. She sat in a softly lit studio, hair perfect, makeup perfect, grief absolutely weaponized. A tasteful Tribunal pin gleamed at her collar. “My mate has been manipulated,” she said, gaze solemn on the camera. “He’s not himself. The Tribunal is doing what they can, but I will not stand by while someone—” her voice caught, perfectly timed “—uses a stolen bloodline to steal my husband.” She drew in a breath, composed and tragic.

—THE ANCIENT AWAKENING A blast of energy burst from Ava’s chest—the obsidian pendant burned white-hot. The blood on her skin shimmered, then lifted into the air like smoke. The Moon above turned fully crimson. A voice filled the chamber—not hers. But a thousand voices—women long dead, wolves long buried. “We are the Bloodline. We remember.” “We were never yours to bind.” The silver shackles melted. The Moon Blade cracked. Ava rose from the altar—eyes glowing white. Hair whipping behind her like wildfire. The Elders backed away in fear. The crowd fell silent.