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The Gothic spire bathed in silvery moonlight resembled a layer of sacred veil.
I gripped Vito's wrist tightly, my fingertips nearly sinking into his warm skin.
I could feel the restless wolf blood beneath his skin, a primal pulse filled with power, crashing against my nerves with each beat.
The twelve stained glass windows of the council hall trembled simultaneously, emitting a low hum that seemed to herald an impending storm.
Uncle Alex's twisted face was reflected in the glass, grotesque like a demon from hell.
"Look at this waste, unable to even complete the marking ceremony!" His voice was sharp and piercing, laced with unabashed mockery.
Alex's nails elongated, sharp as blades, carving deep grooves into the smooth oak table, sparks flying.
"How can you talk about protecting the pack when you can't even safeguard your own Omega?" He advanced relentlessly, his malice almost palpable in the air.
Vito's Adam's apple bobbed as he let out a low, warning growl, like an enraged beast.
The cedar scent at the back of his neck turned pungent, filling the air with a dangerous aura.
This was a sign of a top Alpha's fury; I knew that a bloody storm was inevitable.
His palm pressed against my waist was scorching, as if he intended to brand me onto his skin.
The knuckles cracked with the sound of taut leather, a manifestation of his restrained emotions.
With a loud bang, the stained glass shattered, scattering sparkling fragments across the floor.
Seven dark figures, accompanied by a strong scent of blood, burst through the window like messengers from hell.
I grabbed the crystal candlestick; its heavy weight provided me with a sense of reassurance.
Hot wax splattered onto the fangs of the lead assassin, hissing as it made contact.
Vito's wolf form swelled under the moonlight, golden patterns shimmering among his silver-black fur—marks of the Moonshadow Wolf Clan's king, noble and imposing.
"Third pillar in the northeast corner!" I shouted to Vito, pointing out the assassin's blind spot.
I shoved Vito aside, using my body to buy him a moment to breathe.
The assassin's claws grazed Vito's ear, taking a tuft of black fur with them.
Sharp claws left deep gouges in the stone wall, sparks flying in all directions.
In a critical moment, Mira's incantation erupted from the dome above, forming a blue-green web of light that temporarily halted the assassins' assault.
Noah's shield collided with the second assassin, producing a dull thud.
I caught a whiff of rust—strong and acrid.
There’s a traitor among us! The thought struck my mind like lightning.
They are releasing silver powder that suppresses the werewolves' sense of smell; it’s a despicable trick.
Alex's maniacal laughter was shattered by Vito's Wolf Howl, the deafening sound echoing through the assembly hall.
Two massive wolves crashed into the oak table, splintering wood flying everywhere.
Fangs clashed, sparks flying, and an intense battle erupted.
The sparks ignited the velvet curtains, flames quickly spreading.
I tore down the crystal drapes and flung them toward the source of the fire, trying to halt its advance.
The fabric unfurled in mid-air like a curtain of water, enveloping the flames within.
Mira's magic circle required water elements; I was buying her time.
“Watch out!” Noah’s shield blocked an incoming silver blade with a sharp metallic clang.
I noticed that these assassins were deliberately avoiding me, seemingly unwilling to harm me.
This realization sent chills down my spine, an ominous premonition rising within me.
The fifth assassin deliberately redirected his claws, aiming his attack at Vito.
Without hesitation, I lunged into the shadows behind Vito, using my body to shield him from the lethal blow.
Blood droplets hung in the moonlight, resembling scattered red plum blossoms.
Alex's wolf claw was merely half an inch from Vito's heart, and I could even feel the chilling intent to kill.
I locked his joint with my elbow, preventing him from continuing his assault.
His amber eyes suddenly constricted, as if he had witnessed something unimaginable.
He saw the crescent-shaped Lunar Birthmark beneath my collarbone, a symbol of Luna.
The Lunar Birthmark was burning hot, as if responding to some ancient call.
"The mark of Luna..." The Old Werewolf's roar turned into a whimper, filled with shock and fear.
Vito's fangs pierced through his shoulder, blood gushing forth.
Golden patterns spread out, forming chains that bound Alex tightly.
The last assassin was crushed into black mist by the magic circle, disappearing without a trace.
I sat on Vito's back, my fingers sinking into his silver-black mane, feeling his warmth.
The scent of blood mingled with the fragrance of orange blossoms, creating a strange and intoxicating aroma in the air.
Vito shifted back to his human form, revealing new scars beneath his torn shirt, still seeping blood.
His forehead pressed against mine, his breath trembling with a metallic tang.
"Why did you leap at me?" His voice was deep and hoarse, laced with a hint of concern that was barely perceptible.
Moonlight danced in the palms of our intertwined hands, as if witnessing the bond between us.
I traced the wolf fang mark at the base of his ring finger, the oldest marriage symbol of the Moonshadow Wolf Clan.
In the distance, the sound of crystal clinking reached my ears; it was Mira repairing the barrier.
Shattered crystal fragments reflected the moonlight, resembling a ground strewn with stars.
Vito's kiss landed on my Lunar Birthmark, warm and soft.
In that moment, every rose in the manor bloomed simultaneously, as if blessing our union.
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