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She mentally shook that line of thought away, couldn’t afford to go there, and needed to stop looking at his bare body. She bit her lip, thinking hard about how to get them out of the mess they were in. She needed to be free to leave work after her shift and get the data she’d stolen to her handler. Her gaze flicked to the dead guy once more. He lay there, bloody, on the concrete where she’d left him, the cause of his death obviously the blunt-force trauma from pounding his nose with the kit. She’d experienced pure rage to do so much damage. It could be mistaken for damage from a fist. Her gut twisted.

Now, all he needs to do is back up this evidence with more photographs that show Sarah is indeed the manananggal. Acting swiftly, he groped for his phone in his side pocket and dialed the number of the Spirit-Hunters, a group of individuals from various walks of life who have devoted their lives in hunting down ghosts and mythical creatures. Through them he knows light will be shed on the mystery behind the death of his parents. This group is well-known all over the world for cracking the code on the most difficult cases. Hiring them can cost Mark a huge sum of money, but this does not bother him. He would exhaust all the resources that he has if only to catch the killer and get his vengeanc

I ignore the blood gushing from my body as I race around, slashing at anything that moves. Rage completely takes over my body as I go into a frenzy, tearing the bodies of the men who slaughtered the Rocky Mountain Pack and killed my other half, into tiny pieces and throwing them around the camp. The smell of fresh blood urges Rage to continue with her killing spree, running around gleefully in search of anyone left alive that she can tear into.

Deep inside, he knew what brought him this outcome. 'A simple disagreement...yet so decisive...' If he knew this would be the outcome, he would have never rejected that person's offer. [Ambush] Rage was using this skill for the first time. He then lowered his gaze to his body. There were five long slashes that practically slashed his body through the bones. Rage was aware that if his master did not bless him, he would perish. ... I listened to Rage's account in the tavern. "Since he's dead, someone has to take the blame," I added, nodding slightly.

“Why don’t you come quietly, sweetheart? We could make you our Luna. No need for a fight. Just come with us, and we can make you one of us.” I had clenched my fists, my breath coming faster. I didn’t have time for this. I didn’t have time for them or their taunts. But it wasn’t fear I had felt. It was rage. I had launched myself at the nearest rogue, kicking him in the chest with everything I had. He had stumbled back, but before he could recover, I was on him again, my claws sinking into his flesh, tearing through his skin. He had yelped, but I hadn’t stopped. I wouldn’t stop.

Some of the information that Lucile has been sharing with us is difficult for me to follow. "Anger engulfed me, so I warmed to you completely, Kris. Especially when you tried to destroy our business, you let Liam's business that is now closed... then the money we expected from Jessica's family, turned to stone." "You made me cause another war because of that," she replied with emphasis. "Because that money is supposed to pay for all our debts... my debt... all of which went to the construction of the animal shelter, the food for the animals here, medicines and other things they need for life every day."

“In this house, like the bitch you are.” An unstoppable wave of rage burst through me, igniting like wildfire beneath my skin, scorching away every scrap of fear. Acting on pure instinct, I lashed out with a powerful kick, landing it squarely against his shin with enough force to make him stagger backward, cursing in a furious roar. Seizing the moment, I lurched forward, desperate for air, my lungs seizing painfully as I coughed and wheezed. One trembling hand flew to my throat, fingers gingerly pressing against the throbbing skin where bruises were already beginning to form. Every breath felt like fire, but I refused to let it break me.

His lips quivered as he tried to speak, but he couldn't even form a coherent sentence. The system chimed. "Uncle Garrett is experiencing absolute terror, a mental breakdown, and failed bladder control. +1,000 rage points! "Rage levels are through the roof as the horde can see the feast but can't taste it! Zombie rage converted to +2,000 universal rage points! "You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!"

Unlike his friends, the now Alpha and Beta. I can't feel anything except this burning rage, the want for revenge is swallowing up my life. I wish I cared, but I don't they will pay they all will. This was four years ago and now I work hard to rise through the ranks and drown myself in drink at night, but I will burn this pack to the ground before I take my last breath. ---- Enyo Burnside (Unexpected encounter)

A low, collective rumble of anger stirred through the warriors in the crowd. "Viktor Varkas believes he can test this pack. He believes that because we rebuilt our kingdom from ash, we have forgotten how to burn." I lifted my chin, letting the gold bleed into my silver eyes, allowing the sheer, murderous promise of an Alpha Command to vibrate through the stone. "He is mistaken. Every drop of blood spilled on Blood Eclipse Ridge will be paid for in kind. I swear this before the Moon Goddess, before our ancestors, and before every wolf standing in this clearing: the Blackthorne pack will have its vengeance." "BLACKTHORNE!" Bram roared, slamming his fist against his chest.