Fangs & Fury
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When the first body fell, the truce began to bleed.
Seraphina Vale
I didn't ask to be here-standing in a cathedral that reeks of blood and secrets, staring at the one man I swore I'd never need. Darius Fenrir. Wolf royalty with a superiority complex so big it could choke a dragon. He thinks I'm trouble. He's right. Trouble in heels, with a smile sharp enough to slit throats. But when corpses start appearing-bodies branded with symbols no one dares to speak of-I know this isn't about fangs versus fur anymore. Something old is waking, something that wants to burn this fragile truce to ashes. And somehow, it's tied to me.
Darius Fenrir
I should kill her. End of story. Seraphina Vale is everything I hate-vain, venom-tongued, and far too intoxicating for my own good. She moves like sin draped in silk, and every word out of her mouth makes me want to muzzle her... or worse. But the killings have changed everything. A prophecy soaked in blood has clawed its way back from the shadows, and somehow she's tangled in it. I don't trust her. Hell, I don't even like her. But the more bodies we find, the more I wonder if fate's cruel joke is pairing me with the one creature who could break my kingdom... and me.
Dark secrets. Deadly alliances. A killer who bleeds chaos. Welcome to Fangs and Fury.
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