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"When will you learn to respect people?" Pointing at the door, I barked, "Get out!" He flinched, realizing he'd misread me. Mortified, he raised his hand to hit back. "Who do you think you are?" "Stop! What are you doing?" Lauren stormed in and pushed him away. "Is this how your dad raised you? You messed up and won't own it, and now you're raising a hand to a woman?" I watched, wiping my cheek. Colin glared at me and ran out.

He swung her like she was nothing, hurling her across the dirt. She hit the ground hard, pain exploding across her back, the breath tearing from her lungs. Gasps broke through the crowd. Aria forced herself up, spitting blood into the dirt. Her arms shook, her ribs screamed, but she stood. Brask laughed, the sound like gravel. “Stay down, little flame. No shame in it.” Aria wiped her mouth, her eyes blazing silver. “You’ll have to kill me first.” The next clash was worse. Brask came in hard, striking her across the face. The world tilted, stars bursting behind her eyes. She stumbled, barely catching herself before he swung again. His fist grazed her cheek, and fire streaked through her skull

"If I'm not mistaken, your organs have already shattered. Not even God can save you now!" Boaz declared. Startled for just the briefest moment, Damian couldn't help but laugh. Looking quite amused, he asked, "You think I lost?" "Isn't that obvious?" Boaz retorted arrogantly, brimming with self-confidence. The Iron Strike was a treacherous technique that involved hiding inner energy within the strike, catching others off guard. He'd defeated countless formidable enemies with this attack, even killing semi-grandmasters who were half a martial realm above him.

He crossed the room, snatched the sword from the mount, and removed it from its sheath. “Are you serious right now?” Bias said. “What? You think you’re Michonne from The Walking Dead or something?” Brad did feel somewhat silly wielding the sword, but better silly than dead. “It’s just a precaution. I’m only going to be out there for a couple of seconds.”

She shivered, this time not from the cold as the memories of the night before ran through her mind. I, Alpha…. Hereby banish you from this pack. From today, you are no longer one of us. For trying to kill your Pack. First thing tomorrow morning, pack up your belongings and leave the quarter” The look on the Alphas face was something Storm didn’t think she would ever forget. His cold eyes, his hard face, not flinching a bit as he laid heaps after heaps of false accusations on her. She had wailed. Her throat was still sore even.

Sai's eyes burned into mine like flames licking dry wood. “An eye for an eye. A life for a life. And trust me—this coma?” She scoffed. “It’s just the opening act.” She straightened up, her voice rising. “When I strike, I don’t just strike—I destroy. So if I were you, I’d start falling apart… because Sai Ray is just getting warmed up.”