Chapter One Hundred Eight

MAX'S POV

The remaining hunters began to leave, dropping their guns and ammunition as they vowed never to cross the border again.

Luke was dead, and so was Analita and some of the wolves and hybrids created by Luke.

I stood in front of the car, arms pressed together, as I watched Rick order the men about what to do concerning the ammunition.

"The war is over." He said, coming to stand beside me.

"I guess so," I said, a smile forming on my lips.

"There's nothing to be happy about yet." He said.

"Shut up, Rick!" I glared at him, as he held out his bandaged arm.

"Oh...I think it's time to go meet Amelia and fuck her to death. I'm sure she's probably jumping on her bed while carrying her little peanuts." Rick said.

"You're making me regret the fact of bandaging that arm for you," I said.

My phone rang and I picked it up.

"Baby."

"They're home. They were brought to the house as mail. They were mailed to the house." Her voice was brighter than the whole day. Even the sun couldn't compare.

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