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She nodded and was about to speak when her face was struck by a mighty blow, whacking her backward and onto the floor, making her sag to the ground, and the ringing in her ears masking her father’s angry roar. At this moment, Emily knew that another bunch of beating would come once again. But this time, she didn’t beg, making her father angrier. As if by a line of lightning, fists descend on her head and back. She clutched her head in her arms, saving it for great damage. The heavy beating made her fall into a catatonic state due to the terrible pain, and her vision began to blur. Then suddenly, Emily heard Amanda screaming and stopping her Alpha. “Stop it, Leo! You’ll kill her!”

Luca said calmly but Hunter wasn't ready to trust her. Not after how she involved Angela in all this. He was fuming. He wanted to hurt her but at the same time, he couldn't get the image of her bruises out of his head. And the more he looked at Angela the more pain he felt. Angela was just a kid and she had gone through such a brutal trauma. He wanted to kill those f*ckers. If he could bring them back to life just so he could kill them again and again that would be so much helpful.

he bowed slightly as he had a tired look, he didn’t sleep the entire time he was gathering information. “Speak,” Emma needed to know about the organization and not his name. “The prisoner’s name is Micheal, he is an informant of the secret spy organization. When he left our pack he went to the white wolf pack to his house and freshened up, he also has a little daughter, Rori… who seems to be seven years old. then later in the evening, he left his daughter with a middle age woman before heading into the woods, he walked for about an hour before arriving at a huge building,” he explained and Chloe noted the important things he mentioned including Micheal’s daughter’s name.

“So, Simon is the only one who knows how your father dies? He is the personality that wants to forget that part?” Mia looked into space. “We think both personalities know how he died. One is trying to forget it; one is trying to kill whoever it was that did it.” “Michael?” Zoe asked and Mia nodded her head. “Michael. He is the violent one. He sees everyone as a threat and can be very dangerous. He is the one who wants to kill whoever had a hand in my father’s death.” Wow. “Anytime he comes out and stays for more than ten minutes, he disappears and we do not see him again until Avery takes over. Michael is the personality you should avoid.” Mia said.

Amanda smiled before reaching for a cup of water and bringing it to my lips. ~~~ Amanda Williams POV South Mountain Pack Outside the Interrogation Cell “Alpha Anthony, I was able to get into his mind. He is fighting me, but not as hard as I would have expected. I would like to continue in private and when I get the answers you need, I will call you.” I said. I am a vampire whose parents were lifelong friends with Alpha Anthony Rossi. When he called and said he had a visitor hunting his pack I was more than happy to come and help him.

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

I can sense him there. I walk over to him, I pull the old blankets off of him and find a frail young man, caked with human waste and looking as though he has never had a bath in all his life. My heart is crying for him. My wolf is howling in my head, Ava is calling for blood, she is demanding to know who dared to hurt our Amore. Annie calms Micheal and Ansel. Then she slowly walks up to us as I carry this frail being out of the walled in space he was hidden in.

From the moment he spoke, it was clear he didn't have any great love for witches. It's a good job you weren't around when I first came to help Silverdale, Barach thought even as she gritted her teeth and stepped forward to bow her head respectfully. "Yes, I am Barach Michaels. I can only assume that you are Lester Silverdale, the werewolf alpha."

I almost lost every ounce of my self-control when I saw Peter lying bleeding on the floor with Angelina hovering over him. It was him. It was Peter. A man I explicitly trusted. He was family. Our mothers had been best friends when we were kids, so I had known him since childhood. His father was killed the night my mansion was attacked, and he lost his mother to grief shortly after. Since then, he had helped the mafia family in every way possible. Sometimes he acted as our personal doctor, and other times, when we needed to torture someone for information without accidentally killing them, Peter would expertly slice them open to spill the truth. I trusted him with my life, but watching him ly

He sputters, and I don’t waste time in sinking my teeth into his jugular, and I rip it apart. His claws painfully dig into the bones of my lower limbs but it slowly falls away as the light is snuffed out of his eyes. He transforms into a young male, skinny and pale with an oozing wound on his neck. He’s dead. I should feel bad because he’s only young. But I don’t. I try to form words to my pack through the mind link but I can’t. My body hurts, and tiredness seeps into my pores. I see a clearing in the distance and a pack house. I know I shouldn’t go. I know it’s likely a rogue pack, but it seems too lovely for one.