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He was the only place she truly felt free in. “You okay?” Charlie asked finally, long after Helene’s dying gurgles had stopped. She nodded. Then she ran the knife across her calf, letting the blood drip besides Helene. One more time. One last time that she’ll bleed for her. Enough DNA to solidify her death. They walked away. Past the bodies. Past the compound. Towards the future she could now see in front of her. Charlie and Vincent would take care of the rest. There was still a huge fight left but this one had to be fought from the shadows.

"Sure I am...I hope you take it gentle" "Sure" Lucas said and cut the line. Lucas smiled broadly as he thought of how to finish the plan. Both Kelvin and Mark would be planning on how to finish the job. He won't need any stress to kill them both because they will have been tired and weak so they will not be able to fight him too well. This opportunity makes Lucas very happy and proud. It will give him great opportunity to finish them off.

I screamed, but the sound was drowned out by the roar of ten thousand minds waking up simultaneously inside my head. Through the haze of blinding white light, I saw the network—a massive, web-like grid connecting ten thousand glowing golden nodes. And at the far end of the grid, a cold, clinical presence was typing out a single, horrific command line: ERADICATE LINEAGE FIVE. MARCH ON CITADEL. Not today, Lyra, I roared internally. I channeled the raw, silver power of the Sovereign mark, throwing my consciousness across the network to sever her connection.

y knees give in as I crash to the ground, am awful smile on snows face, I see Kaitlin walk out of a room she had probably been up all day, they both watch me as I stretch forth my arm towards them for help my eyes heavy with tears yet too weak to let the tears out as I finally give in closing my eyes shut yet my ears listen as they pass by my body not stopping for once to glance back at me. "Kill them all , how about we start from him" a voice says In me the sound so compelling yet sounding as violent as ever,

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

"They think they are the apex predators because they’ve never met the woman who survived them." She looked at Killian, her eyes blazing with a power that transcended the Silver Line. "Go to Jada. Tell her to prime the railguns. If Julian wants a war of bloodlines, we’ll give him one. But tell him this: the Silver Line doesn't end tonight. It changes." Killian nodded, his own wolf letting out a low, echoing howl of agreement in the back of his mind. The Alpha’s Regret was finally gone, replaced by the Alpha’s Purpose.

"Kill!" A crisp sound broke through the air, and there was no violent explosion as imagined. From the outside, it seemed as if a black line was cut out of the sky in the arena.

Willie roared. Judy’s slender fingers danced on the keyboard, sending bullet screens, “Kill them! Kill them! Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!” Ross’s face was cold, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. He said in a low voice, “Judge them on behalf of the law.” “Death Judge, what kind of method will you use to kill them?” Monica said in a low voice. Her eyes were flickering, and no one knew what she was thinking. “These bastards! Hurry up and kill them! I’m annoyed just by looking at them!”

That recklessness was the proof of Igor's commitment, but it was also the single biggest danger to their plan. Killian leaned back in his chair, breathing shallowly, his eyes wide. He knew he couldn't reply. Any communication outside their scheduled, protected windows was too much of a risk. Then, the screen flickered. The text disappeared. It was replaced by a single, simple word: [Deleted]. Igor had sent it, let it sit for sixty seconds, and then activated the self-destruct function on the secure line. He had only needed Killian to read it, to feel the shock and the certainty of his presence.

Clang. The rhythmic, metallic impact of its mechanical claws grew louder, the vibrations rattling through Killian’s chest and into my spine. "It's going to clear the chute, Lyra," Killian hissed, his breath a hot, sulfurous gasp against the side of my neck as his right arm tightened until my ribs creaked. "When it leaps, I’m throwing you to the lateral pressure pipe on the left. You hold, no matter what." "I am not leaving you, Killian!" I shrieked, my teeth bared in a primal, animalistic snarl as the fragile ember of hybrid fire in my chest flared in response to the blinding light below.