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Men protected their women. Bernard giggled when he walked past him. He snickered as everyone stood wary of him. Watching, terrified of the mad man in their midst. He knew that he looked like someone who was more than a few french fries short of a happy meal but he didn’t care. His psychosis was out of control as he felt his body rush with desire and the urge to kill. It had been a while since he had felt this uncontrollable urge to kill. His rage and his blood was wafting off of him like a cologne informing everyone around him that he was a dangerous predator.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means whether by electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the copyright owner. DEDICATION To the Salami-Aruna Family. To Victor Olarenwaju Olorunjuwon. DISCLAIMER All names and characters in this book are fictitious. They have no existence outside this book. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS All thanks to the Almighty God for his constant love! ABOUT THE AUTHOR Esther Imoseme Aruna is an upcoming writer. She has written a few other books such as Forced to Marry, The Great Escape, The Wrong Dark house, Kimo the Dancing Frog, An Affair to Rememb

Reproduction, nutrition and an extremely strong territorial behavior. With these first descendants, Doctor Christopher Krynick had created the monsters that now flooded the world and that still pose a threat to every single being on this planet today, almost two decades later. Proles had no natural enemies. They were bigger, faster and stronger than me. Their natural relatives and besides, they felt the need to mate with everything, just kept still long enough. Therefore it was hardly possible to master this plague and it was still questionable which of us would survive in the end. They or we?

A final encrypted message appeared on a secure terminal meant only for Joel: “One nest down. Forty-three to go. The next target is closer than you think.” Joel closed his notebook, the weight of hidden order pressing upon him. The hunters were still being hunted. And IZO was always watching, He stared at the number, a cold realization settling deep. The game had only just begun and the predator was always one step ahead, learning, adapting, waiting for the perfect moment to strike again.

“Grim is bleeding out because you swung too wide. Efficient is walking away because you didn’t waste motion.” Without warning, he lunged. Faster than thought, faster than air, and Serenya barely brought the dagger up before his hand snapped against her wrist, sending it clattering to the floor. His other hand pressed against her throat, not squeezing, but holding. “See?” His voice was maddeningly calm. “You hesitate. You think in terms of reaction. A predator never reacts. A predator anticipates.” Solana’s spirit snorted. He’s right. You’re waiting for him to move. You should already know where he’s going. Horses sense storms before they break. Wolves scent prey before they appear. Feel him.

She had arrived a few minutes ago, and I had mentioned that soon the strange boys would be my neighbors. "Let's forget about that, girls. They're handsome and serious. There's nothing wrong with that," Alessa retorted. "Have you ever read a book?" Karina and I looked at her expectantly—did she know how to read? "Do you?" Karina mocked. Alessa shrugged nonchalantly. "My sister left one in my room, and since Mom had taken away my phone, I had no choice but to entertain myself with it. I liked the story—a typical playboy, handsome, and popular guy."

"He’s got the connections we need. If anyone can track them down, it’s him." I felt a twinge of hesitation. “You think he can track them down?” “I know he can,” he said confidently. “He’s the one person who can get us the info we need. Where they are, when they’ll be back. We’ll be ready.” I nodded to myself, though he couldn’t see it. It was hard to argue with that. Piero was unreliable, yes, but he was also good at what he did, tracking people down, digging into places most wouldn’t dare. He was the only way forward, even if it meant dealing with him. “Alright,” I said, my voice more resigned than I liked. “I’ll talk to him. I’ll get things moving.”

The smell, that familiar dog odor was much more potent – hot, putrid, and rank of malice – mixing in with the fearful sweat and piss running down the boy’s leg. The dark mass began to uncurl itself, long, bulky limbs covered in near-black, bristling fur bursting out and knocking over color pencils, crayons, and his drawings. Its talons were carved knives, sharpened to eviscerate with just a single strike. Beau saw bared teeth next. Yellow, saliva-coated, shark-like teeth that could disintegrate a school of fish with just a few bites. What came out of that awful maw was a growl he instantly recognized. It was this.

I browsed the shelves, and I read the titles. Into the fire, A firsthand Account of the extraordinary Battle in Afghan War by Dakota Meyer, Bing West 500 Days, Secrets and Lies in the Terror Wars- Kurt Eichenwald The War for crown and Empire There are all sorts of books about wars here. I paused in front of a book that I deemed the most interesting. I pulled it out of the shelf and stared at it, contemplating whether to get on with it or not. I can choose a much thinner book… The 33 Strategies of War- Robert Greene

Due to my previous injuries, Alicia let her defenses slip. She looked at me with smug confidence, seemingly convinced I couldn't do anything to her. The moment she let her guard down, I seized the opportunity to cause a disturbance by knocking over a nearby shelf. She was startled by the sudden commotion and slackened her grip on the knife. I rushed forward and pulled the hostage behind me before quickly subduing her. This situation mirrored the time I saved her back then. Alicia didn't think I would suddenly come at her. She struggled with all her might, crying out hysterically, "You lied to me, Peter! If you'd just told me sooner that your grandpa's the commander, I never would've gotten i