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However, there was one thing I couldn't comprehend—why was Hazel crying because of Zelda? Alpha Jake slowly unfolded the paper, taking care not to tear it. He ran his hand over the writing and began reading it aloud. "I hope you liked my surprise. This is just the beginning of what I am capable of, Alpha Ryder. Since you took in Zelda, a lot of your people are going to die. Please send the pictures to Alpha Apollo so he will know his cousin is dead. For his mate, he will feel it. I will be sending a special corpse to Apollo." Alpha Jake's eyes fell as he finished reading.

He never gets the chance. Kieran appears between us without warning or ceremony. The men do not see a man. They see Death. Not a figure they can name. Not something human. Something final. This is what Death looks like when tenderness has been withdrawn. Kieran’s hand closes around the first man’s throat. Not to kill the body. To claim the soul. The scream cuts off as something essential is pulled free of him, taken cleanly away. The second man turns to run. Kieran turns his head.

“I arrived at the right time.” As the truck driver moves forward, I stick to the back window just as an explosion swallows Gideon whole. The last thing I see is his glowing tattoo fading into the smoke. Hot air hits the glass, and my breathing creates fog on the window. I grab the dog tags containing our names so tightly that they burn my hand. The driver in the front seat hisses: "Alpha-One can't be killed."

While the footage itself suddenly filled with static, the Apollo, undeterred, powered onward. "So that's how they do it!" Andros gasped. "It's a miniaturized signal deadener!" I smiled. He was starting to understand the gain. The Apollo was mere yards away from the insurgent mech now. The camera feed went dark as the shotguns fired their first round, but the audio continued as the pilot shouted his final words. "For Scythe Squadron! For Axion!" The feed cut entirely, replaced by the Axion logo. However, Captain Andros Oakley no longer looked sick to his stomach. Instead, his eyes were bright. He understood.

It reacted briefly before showing no heartbeat. Just then Aiden come bursting through the door with tears flowing down his face as he came to a screeching halt. He stood there crying as he stared at his son. He dropped to his knees knowing there's nothing he could do. He wasn't strong enough to bring him back. He would need all of his powers in order to do so. .... Third Person's POV Alpha Reid's body continue to shut down. What no one knew was before Reid approached Ace, Ace had already dipped his claws in a deadly mix of wolfsbane and 3 other poisons.

The television replayed the fiery wreck again and again, reporters solemnly announcing his death. Voss dropped a newspaper onto the desk. The headline screamed: Hawthorne Heir Dead in Car Explosion. “Convincing enough,” Voss said dryly. “The city’s buying it.” Adrian swirled the amber liquid in his glass but didn’t drink. His face remained unreadable. Only the faint tightening at the corners of his mouth hinted at satisfaction. “Good,” he said. “Let Leo think he’s won.” Voss arched a brow. “You’re playing with fire, Adrian. Sienna—”

The voice accompanies my vision as clear as the midday sun: where I can witness Cassian's death at the hands of a black-haired Alpha. "Impossible! Cassian dead? By that Alpha? But who is he? Who could make an Alpha as powerful as Cassian die so easily!?" This is the first time I desperately want to disbelieve my own foresight. In my future vision, Cassian's fate if I don't leave this room is vividly carved out. He will die. At the hands of a black-haired Alpha with such immense power. The Alpha's eyes are as red as blood. His face smiles in front of Cassian's bloodied body. His laughter is as fierce as a storm, his demeanor repulsive in my eyes.

/“Beloved pack members. It is with great sadness and regret that I come to you with heartbreaking news. My father, the great Alpha Kai, has perished on this night - he is with his Luna now. Please allow the heads of the family to grieve in silence this evening and join us in his funeral pyre tomorrow as we pay our last respects to the man who saved our pack so many times.” When Creed mentioned that the pack shares tragedies, he wasn’t joking. The ripple we felt through the pack threatens to drag me under, but luckily I have Creed here with me. We get out of the SUV and he tells his uncles and everyone close to him to meet in the morning to discuss what had just happened. I would have thought

YOU CAN SPOT a man who’s seen the reaper countless times in his undying life by the sheer nonchalance they’d have while staring a barrel point-blank in the eye. The scythes of the rowing psychopomp never took it to them to carry this man towards the afterlife to prevent the screams of the perished ceasing to sing about pain, but rather fear. For even as Albert held the Glock at Pierre’s face, his own sweat gave him away while the terminator made literally one shudder from the gunner. That made Albert totally recall his arms as he tried to stay potent.

” I mumbled. "Okay. Alpha Zion is dead." Eunuch Cole blurted out. My eyes widened in shock. "What?!" I gasped out. "Alpha Zion of crescent pack is dead." Eunuch Cole repeated. "I heard that...but when? How...no I mean..why?” I questioned frantically not even sure of what to say. No! I shouldn’t be concerned about his death! "The news is everywhere. The alpha of crescent pack is died. He passed on in the midnight." Eunuch Cole responded, a sad look displayed on his face.