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yet somehow not alive. Richards screamed. He fell over backwards, scrambling away from the bonfire, and got up screaming. Tearing his gaze from the awful sight, he ran for the barn, came racing back out an instant later like a man ablaze himself, carrying Cal Aubel’s trusty Weatherby .30-06 rifle with him. He ratcheted the bolt lever and stumbled to one knee, taking aim, his teeth clamped. Another scream bubbled inside him, trying to overflow; the sound he made was not unlike a hot tea kettle close to the boil. Then he fired.

She dropped it and picked up a fallen spear. Blackrock rolled stones down cliffs. Not big ones. Just big enough. Raghav, 70 years old, pushed the first stone himself. Watched it crush 2 raiders. “For my brother,” he whispered. And in the center, Vikram fought. Not as Alpha giving orders. As one wolf in the line. He killed a Frostfang raider, turned, and found himself back-to-back with a Nightclaw wolf he’d never met. “Left side,” Vikram said.

His pulse matched the rhythm of the tires on wet asphalt. He knew the BlackRock Boys. He knew how they worked. They didn’t send warnings for fun. A photo meant eyes were already on her. His jaw clenched, knuckles whitening on the wheel. If they’ve got a problem with me, then come for me — not her. Never her. The city blurred past in streaks of rain and neon. He ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts sharp and cold. The BlackRocks were unpredictable — the kind who smiled while setting traps.

But real didn’t mean safe. Real didn’t mean enough. Dominic Blackwood was the kind of man who could destroy a woman just by staying. Not by being cruel, but by being careful — measured. Caged. Like if he let you in, even a little, the whole structure of who he was might collapse. I knew it because I’d seen the cracks. And for too long, I’d tried to pour myself into them. And now… I was tired. Still, something in me cracked when he spoke last night. Because for the first time, he didn’t try to control it. Didn’t try to spin his silence into some version of strength.

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

Watching him from behind, he wore semi fitted black trousers and a loose black button up shirt that made his tall stature look very intimidating. Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, we reached the throne room. With just a slight touch Vycer pushed the door open. I found my breath caught in my throat. There was Dekk. The monster. My rage boiled up, causing my hands to clench so hard my nails cut small slits into my palms. I bit my lip to try and buy time. This is it. I have to make it worthwhile. I raised my gaze to meet Dekk’s and was caught off guard that he was already staring directly at me.

“Last night tested us. We lost many friends, and even more are lying wounded now. But you survived. Not only that. You fought. And we won.” Some heads nodded. Some eyes filled with tears. Sky and Damian stood side by side, and people watched them with whispers. The girl who did not step back even inside a storm of fire now breathed softly, holding herself upright with pure will. Two voices spoke behind them. “That is Sky, right? The one who burned the shadows with dragon fire.” “Unbelievable. So young, and still…” Sky turned and met two friendly faces for the first time. Jennifer White and Mason White, the twins she had heard about.

One of my men demanded, furious. Max. Of course. He was never one to see danger,never one to calculate, even when the odds were against him. I caught his wrist, glaring at him to shut up. He didn't. With lightning speed, the white wolf lunged and bit his shoulders. His scream tore through the night as bone cracked. Blood spattered onto the snow, steaming in the cold. My men flinched back. Ciara gasped from inside the car. Mason, his twin, bolted forward and dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

I didn't know what I was going to do when I got to Darkness, but I knew there were going to be some changes and that people weren't going to like them. "If I could go back and get shot with that bullet, then I would go back without so much as a second thought. Blake doesn't say it but I know he's struggling and I know that he blames for it, I just wish he would get angry at me or tell me he hates me. Anything," I pretty much whispered.

Video shoots are my least favorite thing that we have to do. I hate the whole process. They are repetitive and boring. I just want this to be done so we can get back to Los Angeles. The album is done and this is the first single off of it. The song is amazing. This is the last day of the shoot. The other guys have already shot their parts. I walk downstairs to the kitchen. There is a group of models admiring themselves in the mirror they are trying to catch our drummer Devon’s attention. He however is engrossed in a conversation with our manager Brady.