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“Get in your vehicle, we’re leaving.” “My stuff—,” He gave me a stern look that said do what I say. I rummaged through my apron for my keys and fumbled with the lock. “You’re gonna regret this, jarhead,” Marcus said. “You’re doing all of this for that disabled whore?” My heart slammed to a halt. Marcus had never called me disabled before … not that it wasn’t obvious, but we never talked about it. It hurt my pride more than anything. I wanted to go back and kick him while he was down. I'll show him disabled.

There was only the perpetual, eerie twilight of a server space that the Admin had tried—and failed—to delete. Ren (Wraith) stood on a floating platform of grey, untextured polygons, looking down at his new army. Thousands of avatars stretched out before him, a chaotic mosaic of Aegis Online's diverse character classes. There were heavy-plated Paladins standing shoulder-to-shoulder with sleek Cyber-Ninjas; Elven Rangers with glowing bows next to heavily augmented Space Marines. But none of them looked pristine. Their armor was cracked and missing textures. Their weapons sparked with dangerous, uncontrolled energy. Their gamertags, hovering above their heads, flickered and glitched, alternatin

VANE: ANG TRAIDOR SA LIWANAG ​Sa gitna ng kanilang pagkamangha, isang malakas na pagyanig ang naganap. Ang kisame ng hall ay nabutas at mula roon ay bumaba ang anim na tactical ships ng "Project Icarus." ​Si Dr. Aris Vane ay lumabas mula sa pangunahing barko, suot ang isang armor na gawa sa ginto at itim na chrome. Sa kanyang kamay ay hawak niya ang "Icarus Lance"—isang device na kayang humigop ng memorya at DNA sa isang iglap.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

Creed introduced me, kissing me on the forehead and I smiled at our guests. I looked at them and did a quick checkup. To the left, standing there with tattoos all over his hands and ears piercing, he towered with his tall and lean body. His hair was silver and had brown eyes. He looked unapproachable, and I am guessing he is Alpha Kai of the Midnights Pack. To his right was a more muscular and buff body with silver hair and dark eyes with golden rings. He looked intimidating too, but then I guess all Alphas are. His eyes were deep as if he could see through my soul.

said Arkane. I observed everyone smiling in the crowd. I could see in their eyes how much hope they had for him. They believed he could save them from this cruel world, and I too was starting to believe. "Contemplating last night while protecting you all while you sleep, I thought of a name that best represents us, a name that makes us far closer than a family born from the same blood, and that is The Pain Pack. Pain is what makes us trust and understand each other, and pain is what brings us close and makes us closer than a family of the same blood," he ended.

My canines elongate before her eyes, changing the features on my face into something from a horror movie. Before Salara can register what is happening, I have already sunk my large canines into the soft flesh along her collarbone where Savannah bit to mark me as her mate. Her cries of pain ring through my ears as I sink my teeth in further until they reach the bone just below her skin. Salara is mine and now there is no going back.

"Tell her." "Tell me everything," the world came back in hyper-focus, adrenaline as the shock wore off. "Spare no detail." My son! My son was alive! And I would kill whoever had taken him. "I'd never seen armor like theirs," Marisa said. "It was red, dark like a wine stain. No one could crack it. They were organized, not bandits, professional, unlike mercenaries. Too clean. Soldiers." The air around me crackled, and I felt my fangs lengthen: "Who's?"

Legacy holds—love her, stand! Mara leaned against a standing stone, cropped black hair glinting, brown eyes sparkling, dagger sheathed, its hilt polished, palm scar a faint memory. Her dark green tunic was loose, sleeves rolled, arm bandage gone, guilt over Milo a distant echo, Jasper’s warmth her hearth, Sam’s trust her blade. The dawn danced on her face, her grin sharp, free, the ridge’s peace her joy. Ember, her wolf, purred fiercely, tail flicking, fiery and joyful. She’s pack, Mara. You fought—laugh, love!