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n year

rning flesh alw

er down

aryn, his ice-blue eyes gleam

stone floor of the throne room. The weight crush

lready had the brutal, unyiel

awing uselessly at his wrists. "Your H

xed straight ahead, his jaw locked in a hard, terr

coward and a mo

ool of her own dark red blood with he

a crime she didn't commit, leaving

e," Darius sneered, steppin

syringe, the liquid inside glow

ed wolfsbane used to kill an

hecy ends

thrashed, and fought with ever

s grip, pressing his knee deeper into m

e needle straig

c tearing. It felt like someone had poured liquid fire directly into

nd, with a desperate, fading howl as she wa

sion fracturing into sh

hest heaving as I suc

my fist against the rough w

, my heart hammering against

tically tracing the faint, jagg

g years, and the nightmare still tasted j

he Human Frontier instantly bit at my bare skin.

alive, even if the world thought I w

ection. My pale silver eyes, which were the unmistakable mark of the Vale

c muscle, and mapped with scars from a deca

el thought th

wolf, they had rendered m

dead fuc

ng else. Something worse. I trained unt

through a blizzard by the sce

ilver blade and pure hate. To the humans, I was an elite tracker

or the reputation. I

y weapons were meticulously laid out. At

ing the viscous, dark

and not the soft stuff. This

et to source a vial this pure and one drop w

zed about tearing his throat out with my bare teeth, watching the lig

s the Alpha

cient dark magic, and a fortress car

ght was a su

to be a coward,

five Alpha territories at Thorne

asshole, but the chaos would be good. It wa

into the palace, infiltrate the royal quarters, and

on the very poison he had helped pump in

l piece of shit," I whispered, slipping the

s, checked the hidden blades in my boots, and

and fueled by a simmering rage that had

e of a bloody civil war, the old noble bloodlin

happy to give th

ward the jagged peaks of the mountains where Thorn

ice-cold with

im and he would ne