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Only the alpha’s blood could actually kill me. I am currently wondering in the forest looking for a meal. See, the pack did give us blood from their blood bank, but I wasn't a fan of it. Having fresh blood was always better. I couldn't get fresh human blood since I was too far away from human civilization. So, animal blood would have had to suffice for now. The blood from the blood bank was frozen so, it had to be rewarmed for us to drink. Just like how soggy warmed up food in a microwave tasted so, too did the blood when it was warmed. But at least they had blood for us right? Beggars can't be choosers.

It stains with blood. If he comes back in here, I'll gouge his eyes out.

He instructed, his voice calm, as though they had only returned from a regular night out. Bojana gave a soft bow before walking past me silently. I swallowed hard, unable to ignore the metallic scent of blood that filled the air. “This isn’t normal. This is far from normal. I can’t even wrap my head around anything right now” “What? You have never seen blood in your entire life?” he asked nonchalantly as he unloaded his gun, removing the magazine before placing it on the table. “Not this much. Just what exactly did you go out there to do? Both of you came back soaked in blood. Completely red!” I asked with a confidence I didn’t know where it came from.

The coppery smell blood of the young man I had punched and pinned to the ground filled my nose. One way in, several ways out, and I chose the easiest way to get back to Rose's apartment, in her bathroom, so I could wash myself off that fucker’s blood. She might be back from her date. I could see her collected step as she walked into her bedroom and then her bathroom. She took me by surprise by showing up in here naked; it was nice to see her in her birthday suit, but it wasn't what I needed to see right now; it could spark up the portion of my brain that had her name engraved on it.

The house didn’t feel like mine anymore once the gunfire stopped. Declan’s men moved through the estate with brisk, practiced efficiency, zip-tying the guards who were still breathing, calling for a cleanup crew, sweeping every room for anything the Ghost might have left behind. I stood in the middle of the foyer, blood — not mine — drying on my knuckles, and tried to remember how to breathe like a person who hadn’t just watched her home turned into a battlefield. “Sera.” Declan’s hand found my shoulder, gentler than it had any right to be given the last ten minutes. “You’re not hurt?”

Blood. To much blood.

Sticky. I pull my hand back and stare at it. Blood.

and I stayed silent and waited for him to fall flat on his face , then waited to see if there was another guard who would come out and see if something was wrong and just like that another guard came out and tried to help him but then dropped dead immediately he touched the fallen guard. Then i quietly came out of the car and walked into the building through the wall and made my way into the bank , i knew the smell of the blood I was looking for , it was stashed at the end of the blood shelf rack because there is nobody asking of the blood due to it being old blood , what they did not know is that blood is the single most important blood mutation of this century, because they is from an exti

I run at Bram and drive the makeshift weapon into his upper back. Bram stiffens and lets out a warped growl. He rips the piece of wood out of his back and drops it to the floor. Blood immediately oozes out of his back, dripping down the backs of his legs. He turns, and takes a step towards me, reaching his bloody hand out for me. I take a step back and slip on the trail of blood forming on the floor, unable to steady myself, I crash onto my back, and a loud puff of air escapes my lungs.

Alex had to back a few steps as well, spitting out just as much blood. “Let’s continue!” Boom!