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I tell Maddie “Hunters kill our kind.” She splutters as her eyes dance between us. “You are making a mistake. He will turn on you.” Abraxas laughs again. “Don’t make me change my mind about you gingernut.” “Brax!” Dane snaps at him “I will be outside unless you need me for anything else.”

I snap, temper that’s been building from the whole, overwhelming, shit situation finally bubbling over. “I’m on one of those weird shows where the host jumps out and tells me I’ve been hired to babysit feral pigs. Or do you all just get off on fucking with me?” They all react at once. Jax whines and starts to move towards me, the assassin puts an arm in front of him, holding him back. Viking growls, but doesn’t move. Ezra smirks, Corrian somehow makes himself look even bigger. “It isn’t a prank.” Corrian replies, eyes locked on mine. “We have a job opening. I am an exceptionally good judge of character, and believe you will be the perfect fit for the role.”

Once he was finished reading he just hands it back to Jacob, leaning against the car beginning to cry, now he knew what kind of monster they were dealing with, he didn't know if he's ever gonna get her back. He looks up at the sky praying for a miracle, cause that's what he felt like he needed. Things still weren't great with Blake, I hate hearing about all the stories even now, the police were getting close and Anthony knew it but he also knew he had friends who would do anything for him. Well apart from one, who was really about to go against him, you'll find out all about that on the next chapter, get ready.

I didn't call for him, nor did I offer that he do that. I swallowed harder, taking a deep breath. “You can talk to Tyrion instead of hurting me. Like I said in the past—I have nothing in common with him.” “Beat this thing to pulp!!!” Ava commanded, and before I could know what was going on, three grown-up guys surrounded me, hitting me fiercely like I was a criminal. I couldn't scream at this point. All I pleaded was that my wolf be active enough to heal me. I was unable to even stand from the ground as they were all mighty, and I looked like an ant to them despite my size.

I picked a gentle-looking roan named Penny, who snorted happily against my shoulder as I scratched her fuzzy dark ears. “Why does Ember hate me so much?” I finally asked, my voice quieter than I wanted it to be. “I’ve tried to be nice to her.” Castor glanced at me with surprise. “She doesn’t hate you.” He scratched his head. “At least, not entirely.” I raised an eyebrow, watching as he secured the saddle on his horse’s back. He’d picked his usual horse, a large one named Brutus with brown and white spots. “Then what’s her problem?” I asked. “She’s always so… prickly.”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

He smiled with a slight bow. - These two are brothers. Abraxas and Iposa. He's a green dragon and she's a blue dragon. Ryan makes a mental note to ask Hanna what the colors and elements meant. - And finally, this ugly guy is Lucifron, a red dragon. Don't mind his unfriendly face. I think that the person that could make him small, still hasn't been born yet. But he's a good friend. Lucifron scoff. - Nice to meet you, and I don't think you're ugly.

I could feel his energy—he was reaching out to his brothers through the werewolf connection that bonded them. Footsteps echoed from the staircase. They grew louder, closer, until a young man appeared. He had the same hair and eyes as Rhett, but his nose was slightly different, and a pair of glasses perched on it, giving him a charmingly nerdy Harry Potter vibe. I knew immediately—it was the third brother, Joss Paxton. He grinned when he saw us. “You’re back! I was going to visit once I finished reviewing that report you gave me.” “I got tired of the damn hospital,” Rhett replied flatly.

Alpha Braxton asked the woman next to him. She shrugged her shoulders. "He injected me with wolfsbane and I almost passed out when my witch powers took over my body. I was awake in my subconscious, but I had no control over my body. I watched as purple beams shot out of my hands and, without even touching Zandicar I was able to break every bone in his body! I tried to stop so that I did not kill him, but after everything he said that he was going to do to me, I could NOT allow him to live!" She then looked at Braxton with a look of concern. "What about the Demon King?! I killed his son! He will most definitely kill me as revenge!" She cried as she buried her head against his chest.

"Mr Alpha, If you have a problem with me, write it on a piece of paper, fold it and stick it up in your ass." "What are you exactly huh, tell me" I leaned forward, held her chin and looked directly into her eyes." **** "You are my successor Xavier. The next Alpha of Balck Fur pack. Get it together you fool!" I kept shivering as dead bodies were being dragged out of the hall. Father tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrows while he stared at me. "I shouldn't have listened to your mother, I should have started taking you to battlefields when you were much younger. You wouldn't be like this now."