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I kicked hard on his lower back, making him scream in pain. Velan fueled my attack, and I was sure that the kick broke his bones there. The rogue fell to the ground while howling in pain, but I didn’t stop there. I continued kicking him, and every next kick was more brutal than the previous one. The rogue chose the worst time to be here. All the anger and frustration that had been bottled up in my chest burst like a tornado, fueling my attacks with so much fury that I wanted to kill this rogue at this very instant.

“Vector! Leave him dammit, or he’ll fucking die.” With a loud grunt of frustration, I lash out and kick his chair, causing it to scrape harshly against the unforgiving concrete floor. He continues to whimper like a pathetic coward, his cries only fueling my anger. Retreating towards the door, I attempt to regain control of my emotions. I desperately need to quell the burning rage coursing through my veins and refocus on the task at hand. It takes every ounce of strength to resist the impulsive urge to grab my gun and put a bullet through his skull.

Still trying to save monsters who don’t deserve it. Rage ignites inside me. Kendrick just hurt what’s mine.

I couldn’t stop myself. Something hot and wild surged through me—fear turning into fury, adrenaline burning away the shock. I pushed to my feet, legs shaking, and stumbled toward the guy still writhing from Eric’s kick. Before I could think, my foot connected with his crotch again, harder this time. He screamed louder. I kicked him once more in the ribs, then again, tears streaming down my face, rage pouring out with every blow. “You fucking bastard!” I screamed, voice breaking. “You pervert! You piece of shit!”

Rage exploded through my entire body so violently that my vision almost turned red. I released Old Man Alaska immediately and before anyone could react— I rushed toward her. Then— I kicked hard! “Help… Ahhh!” “No— Michelle!”

They couldn't help but see where it was… They rushed at him with a loud roar of rage. Ragnar answered their battle cry with a wolf howl and he was sure he heard the howl in his throat. Bloodclaw approach. He repeatedly pulled the trigger as a group of angry mutants approached and fired grenades. After firing a grenade at the target When the grenade hit the target, the head exploded and the chest shattered. so much Nightwalkers had no armor that could withstand the gruesome bullets. Only the numbers are in their favor.

“Or was it preparation… for sacrifice?” The sea of blood erupted around them. Thousands of hands rose from the depths, reaching to drag her down. “No! I don’t believe you!” Evelyn screamed, her eyes blazing crimson. Dark blood energy exploded from her body, shattering the spectral hands and sending waves crashing across the blood sea. She raised her arm and shouted, “If fate wants me dead, then I’ll rewrite fate with my own blood!” The Blood King was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Good. Show me how far you’ll go to defy destiny… Heart of Blood.”

Rage was running his veins like a lava which was ready to burn the whole world. He stood up suddenly, pushing the chair with a great force and his friends looked at him. They could sense the change of demeanour in Killian. Killian's eyes turned bloodshot as he recalled how that whore slapped him in front of everyone. She fucking insulted him in front of everyone. No no dared to raise their eyes at him and this fucking bitch raised her hand at him. Rage took over and he punched the window in frustration, the glass broke and some of its pieces pierced inside his skin. Deep red blood flowed down his palm but he didn't feel any pain. His heart was burning in agony and he wanted to burn Amara in

Deliberate. Mia. I step back and look at it, heart pounding, mouth dry. “Blood still counts,” I say quietly. And then I start planning how to burn everything down.

I say in a mind link to Alpha King Rian. I know, Euan just linked me. We can’t spare warriors right now Killian. There are too many rogues on this border. He says, his voice strangled with emotion. Titan lets out a whimper as he starts slicing through the rogues that come at him, taking out his frustration and anger on these mangy little fucks. Our pup better be okay after all of this. If not, I will make everyone’s life a living hell until she is healed. You won’t be the only one giving hell, mutt.