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Robin drove another few miles and turned onto the narrow road in the woods. "This is the place." Robin turned off his engine. "I think I can see the car that is supposed to take you. They parked on the hill," he said, opening the back door for me. I jumped out of the car and looked in the direction he pointed. I noticed a black van parked there with ease. "I think you're right. It must be the group from the Moon Blade Pack." Robin smiled hesitantly. "I'm sorry, Ms. Laurent, but I have to go back now. I have to deliver herbs before anyone notices anything suspicious."

And he definitely wasn't rabid. Scenes flashed by. His hunting, hiding from patrols, a flash of a figure in black... Wait. That was it. The rogue was at a small creek cleaning his recent kill when a hooded figure approached him from behind. I could only see a portion of his face, but I was sure it was Vincent. Before the rogue could react, Vincent was on his back and had sunk his teeth into his neck. When he was unconscious, I watched as Vincent dropped a vial next to the rogue that exploded into a cloud of red smoke.

He gestured at me. "You can't kill me, Silas. I own this fucking city... and I will get back everything you shitheads took from me." His smile dropped. "I will end The Black Rose..." he seethed. "One petal at a time." He laughed. "Isn't that exciting?" He put his hands in his pockets and turned around, not caring about the gun being aimed at his back. Lorenzo and Noir were behind Silas, along with several men that hadn't been there before, pointing their guns at the opposing men.

The rogue screamed as he lost control of his bike, crashing into the underbrush. Three down. Three to go! “Damn mutts!” one of the rogues spat, his voice venomous. He reached into his jacket, pulling something from it and I was instantly alarmed when I notice a glint of silver in it. Another silver gun?! “Hudson!” I screamed, alarmed. “Say goodbye, little girl,” he snarled, reaching for something at his side. A knife. A silver knife. “No!” I shouted, instinctively leaning back. Hudson didn’t hesitate. He jerked the bike sharply to the side, slamming into the rogue’s bike with enough force to send him careening off balance.

Not even Raven Blackwood. When I walked inside, the door was surprisingly open. I didn’t care. I kept the grip tight on my gun as I kept my watch around, and then I saw it. Raven fucking Blackwood was standing with his back against the first floor’s doorframe. I raised my gun and fired all my bullets at his back. The blood instantly covered his back, and he dropped to the floor with a heavy thud. “Hah,” I chuckled under my breath, “See. This is what happens when you cross me.”

“They couldn’t fight back.” Damien’s jaw clenched. Robin Hood’s hand lifted slightly, then fell back to his side, as if even the movement cost him something. “And then the shots started,” he said. The words came slower now. “They didn’t miss,” Robin Hood added. “Not once. Silver bullets. Straight through the heart. Through the head.” He paused, his throat tightening slightly before he forced himself to continue. “And when that wasn’t enough…” He exhaled sharply, as if pushing the rest of the memory out.

Behind it, three more bikes were laying carelessly. They were made of black leather and belonged to the Vultures; my brothers. Smoke oozed off the first bike as the rider approached, his grin wide and careless. “Look who’s finally out. Still remember what freedom feels like?” I tried to smile but it came out forced. “Feels lighter than steel bars, I guess.” He pulled me into a hug. He smelled like oil and cigarettes. “We kept your girl tuned, didn’t think you’d want anyone else touching her.” He said gesturing to the bike behind him.

She held my gaze for a long moment, the way she always did when she knew I was lying but had decided to let it pass—for now. "Eat something before you—" "I’ll grab something on the way." I pulled the door open. "I love you." "I love you too. Don’t let them eat you alive." I laughed despite myself. "I’ll try." --- The walk to Blackthorn took eleven minutes on a normal morning. Today I did it in eight. My brain needed something to focus on besides replaying last night like a horror film I hadn’t consented to watching. Cole Ashford. Blood on the ice.

His evil laugh followed, reverberating in every corner of the Academy. “D*mn you! Come out from that freaking tower and face us. Stop hiding you co— ack!” Deborah instantly stopped from shouting out loud when a vine attacked her with the speed of light and it passed through her body, causing a big hole in her stomach.

“And not only have you tried to change the pack laws into making his actions criminal, you took down his murderer’s registration on the Blacklist!” “I’m sorry about Tommy.” I whispered. “But it’s not right to-to do what he did.” “HE WAS AN ALPHA!” Rob roared. “SO AM I!” I roared back. “And I still would never prey on someone smaller and weaker than myself no matter what.” Rob smirked. “This is why you don’t have a mate yet, Hudson.” He said. “That way of thinking makes you weak. You have to take what you want, because you are an Alpha and they should respect you.”