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He was changed after betrayal. "A-aron pl-please." She pleaded when his canines moved towards her neck and in a swift his canines inserted inside her skin. She screamed at the pain but he was busy draining her blood. She felt dizziness in her mind as she was already very weak and she had lost her precious blood too. After pulling out his canines from her skin mercilessly he moved towards the area under her ear and inserted his canines. Alaina couldn't scream at that as she had lacked of energy. But she was continuously trying to push him away but to no avail. He after licking the spot to clean the blood get up from her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO. "In this paper bag." Trainor dropped a sealed paper bag on Inspector Desmond"s table. "You will see a gun that belongs to Dr. Matt, legally licenced. I found the DNA of the last werewolf he murdered on it." "How can you tell it's a werewolf's DNA?" Desmond questioned. "The new team of doctors I am working with confirmed it, their DNA is different from human's." "So you are saying Matt has been discreetly killing all the werewolves in his care, for years now?" Desmond asked.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

He stated it like it was a fact. She just shrugged. She then began to wash his wounds. They were also other cuts apart from the ones that were given by the bullet. There was a large slash on his back, and she guessed it was given by a sword. "Your wounds needs to be dressed." "No it doesn't. I'm a vampire. I will heal. Some are healed already." "I will leave you to continue your bath now." She said. "Only that your water needs to be changed." Washing of his wounds had stained his water with blood.

The academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

Havermouth, The Present There were no triggers that could be determined from outside, and so they moved to the external doors, weapons held ready, whilst the bomb experts forced the frosted glass doors open. The zombie burst out of the opening. A Van Helsing, his body covered in third degree burns, with bandages just clinging in places, and IV lines dangling from the needles in his veins, he let out a horrible, inhuman, screech.

They tried firing on him but missed him because his wolf reflex was super-fast. Getting to his car, he took over. He was still bleeding pretty badly. He pulled his phone out. “Mico, I need you.” He said out of breath. He didn’t want to die there, he needed to heal but they used silver on him. That shit hurts and is almost always deadly. Bobby had a small chance since he had Alpha blood.

And he was not brave enough to let Logan know. After observing Robert, Raven finally could sneak into the doctor’s private laboratory yesterday. What he saw was beyond horrifying. Inside the laboratory were several giant tubes with the bodies of hunters who had died. He recognized one of them from team six but did not know the corpse’s name. Not only that, there was a freezer full of the blood bag. The problem was it was not just an ordinary blood bag vampires used to get from the blood bank. Each bag was labeled with a different color. Green for weak, yellow for moderate, and red for strong. Under each label was another word that stated The Bloody Movement.

“Please, this is a place that should be kept as clean as possible, please go change, if I can smell you from here, it's not a good sign.” I didn't care if they would be offended, I approached the bed, looking at the chart, Perseus Heroux, male, 32 years old, light brown hair, curly and short, body not very muscular, but certainly from someone who usually trains, he seems to emit some aura of authority, even though he was unconscious, maybe it was the scars. I was in difficult conditions because I was not able to filter the toxins in the blood, since I have the Bombay type, that is, false O, I arched my eyebrow again, after all, that was my blood type.

Not metaphorically. It boiled. The scent hit the crowd before the magic did, iron-rich and laced with power. The coals beneath me hissed as blood seeped from my cracked skin, soaking the embers. The sky darkened. And then… I moved. Not rising, not yet. I twitched. The pain should’ve ended me. Instead, it opened me. Bloodbinding surged up through my spine, hungry and unholy. It wasn’t Sevrin’s gift anymore. It wasn’t borrowed.