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I wiped the splattered blood from my face and turned back to Killian. A couple more rogues laid dead on the ground around him, and he was busy fighting three other. I aimed the gun at one of the rogues and stilled my frantic nerves. I couldn't shoot the one closest to Killian, risking hitting him wasn't an option. I pulled the trigger once, and then twice. I could see the change in the rogue as the two bullets made impact. It fell lifelessly to the ground. Killian tore the throat out of the second rogue, and used his claws to rip the throat from the third.

My foot slammed directly against his wrists, knocking the heavy gun cleanly out of his hands before he could pull the trigger. Without giving him a single second to recover his balance, I pulled my leg back and drove my boot forward a second time, landing a brutal, crushing kick right in the middle of his face. The heavy impact made a sickening smack sound, and his head snapped backward violently as he fell flat onto the floorboards of the van, groaning in total defeat.

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

I moved outside and as the three shapes came closer it became evident who they were. Three Betas; Lou, Ben and Tom. All part of Zane’s personal warrior pack, all highly skilled and as violent as Bane. What the heck was going on? There was a snarl behind us as Bane suddenly appeared, his eyes flashing amber, his lips curled to reveal his fangs, his claws out in the air gleaming. "Come with us Ava. You've been charged with poisoning the current Luna Cassie. Any injury inflicted on you in the cause of your refusal to come with us is on your head."

The wolf yelped, then went silent as his claws—claws—raked across its throat. Another came from the opposite side. He didn’t even look; he spun, using the first wolf’s limp body as a shield, then threw it into the attacker with bone-snapping force. Aria froze, breathless. She’d seen Damien fight before. She’d seen warriors train in the pack’s yard. But she’d never seen this. Kieran didn’t just fight—he dismantled. Every move was lethal, precise, and terrifyingly efficient. “Aria!” Serena barked in her head. Move!

Including Cassian, I made everyone here witness everything within Gevanny's memories. [With this power, you can kill him.] [Seraphine Valentina is a villain, a sorceress.] [She is the one who destroyed Silverbrook Haven due to the virus pandemic.] [You must kill her.] [If not, Prince Cassian will be killed by her.] [You must create that black hole and kill Seraphine Valentina. That is your task now.] "This ...," one of the residents of Silverbook Haven finally realized what I was showing in their minds.

Dimitri sprang to his feet, ready to pounce on the coyote alpha when a wail ripped the night. Everyone froze, their attention going straight to where Neal knelt beside Tina, her eyes staring lifeless into the night sky. Neal turned to face Bane as he rose to his feet, his hands covered in blood as his face took on a feral look. He clenched his fists and snarled. Before Dimitri could do anything, Neal rushed Bane, screaming as he closed the distance, his hands out in claws as he lunged, ready to kill the other man. Bane growled as he caught Neal by the throat, lifting him, and just before Dimitri could reach them to stop what he feared would happen, Bane twisted Neal's neck with a loud snap,

The sound of bats meeting flesh continued echoing inside the pantry, and it was punctuated by Brandon's manipulation of wind and metal. The intensity of the fight as the zombies close in makes Liam feel a chill in his back. He knew that it would be difficult for them to fight in the small space, but he didn't think that even the mindless zombies would have a hard time either. Brandon spun a vortex of wind, disorienting the approaching zombies as Liam skillfully swung his baseball bat, making him look like he was dancing in a chaotic place. The metal tray became Brandon's makeshift projectile, soaring through the air and starting to stab the zombie. Liam, taking advantage of the distraction,

Kylan was still in his Lycan form, pinning the vampire to the ground, but the pale figure thrashed wildly, a manic smile twisting across his face. “Come on, Lycan. Let’s make this fun.” My heart lurched as I saw the vampire’s hand swipe across Kylan’s side, a glint of metal on his fingers. No. Bane. A deadly substance for Lycans, and it had sliced right through Kylan’s flesh. Burning it. “Kylan!” I screamed as he staggered, blood pouring from the wound. Without thinking, I grabbed the nearest thing, a broken chair leg, and charged at the vampire.