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I duck one hit, take another to the shoulder that sends pain exploding through my arm and back, and still manage to drive my fist into someone's jaw hard enough to snap his head back. But they don't stop. They don't hesitate. And I'm already slowing. A hit lands. Then another. And another. I don't even know where the hits are coming from anymore. My vision blurs for half a second. Stars forming in my eyes and blood dripping off of my face. "Enough—" Draven's voice cuts through, but no one stops. Of course they don't. Why would they? I take another hit, this one sending me hard into the dirt again, breath leaving my lungs in a sharp, painful rush.

"To rising from the ashes." Natalie clinked her glass gently. "To whatever comes next." And beneath the velvet sky, with the city once again at her feet, Natalie Evans finally felt the fire inside her burn not with rage, but with purpose.

Then he added, almost lazily, “But if you plan to make this difficult…” He gestured to one of the soldiers. “Find me the mountain ash.” I froze. No. No, no, no— “Mountain ash?” I whispered, horrified. The soldier nodded once and turned toward one of the supply wagons. “Wait—” I gripped the bars, breath coming fast. “You can’t—” Vasska’s red eyes met mine again, sharp and cold as carved garnet. “I can.” My blood ran cold. Mountain ash was poison.

"I've been looking for you for 128 days, Felicity. Do you even know how close I am to losing my mind? How could you be so cruel to me?" I was greeted by his scent as it surrounded me instantly. I had wanted to feel that warmth for a long time. Even at that moment, I was wavering a little. However, I remembered the accident he had orchestrated to take my kidney away for Rosa and how it killed Remy. So, I immediately returned to my senses. "How can you still say that to my face so shamelessly?" Yoel instantly stopped talking, and he looked stunned. "H-Have you really found out about it?"

Sienna’s boots crunched on dry pine needles, the shack a fading speck behind them as she and Roman cut deeper into the woods. The truck’s bloody mess was miles back, that scream still ringing in her skull, but the air here was still—too still—thick with the tang of sap and something sharper, like metal or smoke. Her fingers flexed around the vial in her pocket, its cold glass a tether to whatever hell Dorian had left her, and Roman walked ahead, his stride long and sure, gun tucked close, his silence loud enough to grate on her nerves.

The hatch shifts slightly. Locked, but old. Rust weakens everything over time. Rowan uses the last of his strength and slams into it once—hard. The hatch gives. It bursts open with a metallic shriek. Rowan freezes. Sound. Too much sound. Too loud. But it’s done. The hatch is open. Cold air rushes in from above, carrying street scent—oil, smoke, wet pavement. Rowan climbs out. I follow. We emerge into a narrow alley behind a row of boarded buildings, the city’s glow distant but present, streetlights bleeding pale light into the darkness.

Notice: Please do not open this chapter. I don't want you to waste your coins. This content will be deleted soon. Thank you so much for your understanding and sorry for the trouble. Unlock the next chapter instead. Thank you again! Flash of lightning touched the ground, had brought fear to every human being including Ashley Winston, a werewolf and a mortal too. She was annoyed, degraded, and rejected by the mate she admired the most. She slammed the car's door, scooped the key from her purse. "Damn it! I hate her so much!" Breathing heavily, Ashley grabbed her hair, screamed at the top of her lungs but still, the anger within remained and stayed.

Her shock was evident as she watched Jota take action without hesitation. In an instant, the gunshot echoed through the room. Time seemed to slow as Jota's finger squeezed the trigger, and Greyson's body jolted from the impact. Greyson's eyes widened in shock, his body falling backward. His breath hitched as the pain radiated from his forehead. His gaze was filled with disbelief, a mixture of surprise and resignation. The room was frozen, the aftermath of the gunshot hanging heavily in the air. Jota's expression was a mixture of regret and determination, his actions fueled by a desire to uncover the truth.

“Surprise me ” Three shots in, the fire in her chest dulled. Five in, she was laughing at nothing. Seven… and her legs barely worked. She stumbled out the door, boots clicking against wet pavement, mascara smudging under her eyes like war paint. That’s when she bumped into somebody, he had a Hard chest, smelled of Expensive cologne. His Strong hands caught her before she fell completely. “Whoa there ” he said with his deep voice said, smooth and amused. Hazel blinked up at the stranger. Sharp jawline. Dark eyes. A smirk that looked like it could ruin lives. His tailored coat screamed money. His presence screamed danger.

Early the next morning, Daisy got ready to head out. Caleb was going through documents in the living room. He looked up at her briefly. "Going shopping?" "Yeah. Mia asked me to meet her." Daisy picked up her purse. Caleb nodded. "Call me if anything happens." Daisy left the house and walked along the street. She glanced down at her phone. Mia had texted saying she was almost there. Suddenly, the black sedan behind her accelerated. Before she could even turn around, the car slammed into her. Her body flew forward and hit the ground hard. Her head struck the curb, and blood immediately streamed down from her forehead.