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s a creature of absolute submission, an Omega
ilver weapons while fighting dangerous Rogues
carve into my chest, extracting my rare Whit
my life and
ecovered, he cast m
strong with his future Luna, I was
ain, lost my ability to shift, and
even look
breath, I could
for him. I was the only re
on only earn me coldness,
l nineteen, standing right
d shown me my fate-
my blood to save her precious dyin
ill not consent to
e, I am cho
pte
ra
the quiet of the afternoon. Within this nineteen-year-old frame, a phantom ache still echoed-the ghost of air whistling through a
till ni
aked in cold sweat-a vision of my own slow, lonely death. It was not merely a nightm
I was a creatu
w of breathing. The only exception was the Royal Academy of Runes, a neutral ground protected by the Crow
rificed everything for Alpha Kael, he mi
m bind me to
extract my rare White Wolf blood and
loodline gifted by the Moon Goddess
fe; in return, he gave me coldne
ar tore me fr
e splitting air announced the Change. Dark fur erupted from his flesh, and in seconds, a massive black wolf stood in
of dangerous Rogues for S
had sprinted toward his ruin-toward claws
ther bite
ness, my eyes deadened things
doors behind m
onto the porch, the rustle of her expensi
you not stop him? Selene's family is out there, and those
er a wolf's core beyon
lp in my mouth and
m because I could
to a deathtrap!" she cried,
g without tremor. "A servant's daughter. I possess nei
head. She was accustomed to my begging, my crying, m
oon Goddess had shown me e
nd brushing the dust from my simple cotton skirt, "I
he inside of my cheek until a coppery tang filled my mouth, forcing the stiff column of my neck to turn. The h
llway and stopped before a
of my shirt and
n was f
jagged scar from th
nd my hidden White Wolf b
to the girl i
n. Not for love. Not for duty. Not for an
ow, dark stairs to t
with the scent of roast
pot over the fire. She was an Omega servant,
r brow with a cloth. "I heard shou
t," I said, taking a wood
oard and began slicing ca
f over him, Mother. Let
es clouded with worry, but she
ed in s
, resonant toll of the Pack Bell. It was followed by the a
quicken. My hands
he small wooden table in
mple bowls of
limbed to my sm
n my thin blanket
great commotion rou
halls. I smelled the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood, min
had been br
ractured by a venom no o
lanket to my chin, and sank into the
rifice. In three days, they would ask me to pa
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