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Azrael looked at Cyril with great interest. He had waited too long for this moment, to kill the strongest Alpha and strike fear into the hearts of all wolves. It was exhilarating. His pupils were full of blood due to his excitement, and his entire eye was red, with no whites. The red, vein-like lines around his eyes spread out across his face.

Azrael moved quickly in front of Cyril, his speed matching that of a lightening. The angered Cyril keenly heard his approach. He raised his fist to his chest, avoiding Azrael’s claws. Cyril’s quick attack, he ran like a golden shadow, rushing out like a bolt of lightning and swinging his fist fiercely at Azrael in the empty air. The punch landed on Azrael’s right cheek, leaving a shallow imprint. Azrael’s mouth was followed by a stream of blood, which he licked away, still feeling the thrill of battle.

“No one has been able to attack me for a long time,” Azrael acknowledged Cyril’s strength, but his look of melancholy revealed his anger. He spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately entered a combat stance.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Azrael and Cyril appeared like two enormous forces, with countless winds colliding violently on the open ground. The ear-splitting sound of air bursting continued to intensify as the two golden and black forms rapidly collided and separated, only heard were the sounds of punches and kicks.

“Ah!” Soon, Azrael let out a painful scream as his prideful body felt a searing pain. He hadn’t expected Cyril’s strength to be so great. He growled and trembled, his pupils contracted slightly, his body twisted strangely.

Cyril took advantage of the opportunity and approached Azrael’s side with his blood-soaked hands. He quickly grabbed Azrael’s wrist and yanked out his heart, causing Azrael’s arteries to rupture and blood to spray out, splattering onto Cyril’s face.

“Ah! Ah! No…” Azrael was immersed in a sea of blood as he struggled to lift a hand to grab Cyril. But he hadn’t even reached him before he collapsed entirely. However, Azrael was not yet finished, he was just temporarily unable to move.

Kassandra saw that Cyril had defeated Azrael and quickly cast a spell to seal his movements. Cyril dragged his injured body over to Hazel’s side, panting as he called out to her.

“Hazel, do you remember me?” Cyril looked at Hazel’s empty-eyed stare and grabbed her hands, kissing her ring passionately with his blood-stained hands. Suddenly, Hazel’s ring emitted a huge burst of white light, which enveloped both of them.

Inside the white light, Hazel relived every moment of their lives together from their first meeting until now. She felt all the love she had experienced come to life through Alpha Cyril, their bodies and souls were fused together in an inseparable embrace, something she had never before experienced.

Hazel’s consciousness returned as she touched Cyril’s face and saw his injured body, realizing she must now fulfill her duty and seal the peace agreement. She recalled the mission that the moon goddess had spoken of, which was now her cue to fulfill it.

Kassandra handed the rolled leather to Hazel, nodding to her solemnly. Hazel unrolled it and revealed some strange runes. She bit down hard on her wrist, allowing her blood to drip onto the signature at the bottom of the scroll.

The leather roll felt a new kind of blood, its runes giving off a faint golden glow. The glow acted like a whirlwind, sweeping through the land, ascending to the vast expanse above, clearing away all darkness.

A ray of sunlight slowly fell upon the earth, landing on Azrael’s face, searing his flesh and causing him to scream in agony. “Hazel! My daughter, my daughter! Help me!” Azrael called out with his last remaining strength.

As daybreak drew nearer, Hazel walked up to Azrael, kneeling down. She finally saw the vampire’s appearance in her memories, recalling her childhood experience at Bran Castle when she felt the coldness around her, even from those around her. Azrael would always have Hawthorne stay with her, always watching from a distance. Hazel knew his gaze was full of complicated emotions, but Azrael’s coldness wrapped hisheart, causing him to believe Hazel couldn’t sense his inner complexity.

“I’m here, Azrael,” Hazel replied to him, feeling a sense of sympathy for the aging vampire.

“Help…” The reflection of the sun grew larger in Azrael’s eyes, and he knew he wouldn’t be under the protection of the moon goddess anymore; he would have to bear the guilt he deserved.

Azrael gave up struggling and embraced Hazel in his blood-covered arms. “My daughter… you… you must become our queen…”

The sun slowly rose, its rays shining down upon the land. Azrael’s body slowly turned to ash as the sun’s heat seared him. The other vampires had already transformed into bats and fled, while the surviving members of The Iron Star Pack looked on, tears of joy streaming down their faces.

Hazel looked down at the pile of ash in her arms and turned to Cyril. A deep sorrow welled up inside her. Cyril helped Hazel up and used the mind link to contact the remaining warriors, ordering them to burn the dead werewolves and let their souls depart with the moon goddess.

Pack House had been reduced to ruins, with the wolf warriors collecting all the bodies and stacking them up, lighting a huge fire. The bodies burned with a sickening stench of burning flesh.

Cyril and Alphas Eric and Trnald stood by the fire, their hands over their hearts, silently praying to the moon goddess for peace for the souls.

“May the gods bless and may all souls find peace,” Kassandra prayed as she waved her wand over the ashes.

The fire burned for over a day and night, reducing all the bodies to ash. The forest returned to its original state. Cyril launched the plan to rebuild Pack House and had Alphas Eric and Trnald transferred to Graymeen Manor. He felt it was necessary to express gratitude to their two allies.

Cyril planned a victory celebration dinner to which he invited Alphas Eric and Trnald to dine with key members of the wolf pack at Graymeen Manor.

The group donned fresh clothes for the celebration dinner. Hazel slipped into a black tight-fitting dress with a plunging neckline that exposed a hint of cleavage, showcasing her curvy figure. Her slightly curled brown hair fell onto her back. Hazel’s elegant and mature look made her the center of attention at the dinner.

“Cyril was in conversation with the other Alphas when he caught sight of Hazel’s arrival. His golden eyes sparkled as they seemed to devour every inch of her smooth skin.

“I sense that there are some matters I need to discuss with Eric,” Alpha Trnald grumbled, arms crossed and a knowing look on his face as he gazed at Cyril, skillfully changing the subject before walking away.

Hazel’s elegant attire contrasted starkly with Cyril’s simple garb, which highlighted every inch of his sexy skin. His black shirt was thin and clung tightly to every muscle of his body. His stature made the garment seem like it was tailored just for him, despite covering most of his skin, every inch of his physique was evident. His large forearms were clearly visible, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up at the elbows. Hazel couldn’t help but feel his allure, the scars from past battles only adding to his maturity.

The dinner proceeded smoothly, everyone relieved to have returned to a state of peace and tranquility. The darkness had been dispelled. All seemed calm within the Iron Star Pack. As the moon slowly ascended in the sky, stars began to dot the entire estate, casting a soothing veil of moonlight over everything, as if bringing a sense of rejuvenation to the land.