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Chapter 65 The letter read very plainly and concisely. "We accept your request, but under conditions." My tone no doubt conveyed the annoyance and disappointment, a slap to my expectations as I hurled the letter away, letting the air toy with its lightweight frame. "That's all?" Oh, I'm glad I'm not the only one who's disappointed. "Yes," I snapped, though not at Marcellan. The letter was sealed with the flag of MoonBlade, a dreadful shade of scarlet and sandy brown, along with their signature iron-forged raven stamp. One would think there was much to expect, but it was complete trash. This was all I had been nervous for?

I exhale loudly and make to snap the book shut but the sharp end prick my finger. With a hiss under my breath, I press my finger tightly as tiny drops of blood trickles down. The blood drops on the page and like a mystery, words begin to form, unraveling themselves. I watch with shock, my heart pounding against my ribcage at the swirling letters that aren't there before. As soon as it starts, the strokes end. I glance warily at my finger which has healed instantly and with my pulse spiking, I read the words; ‘Rare is the blood born beneath the crimson gaze of the moon,

The word hung there, the red glistening wetly. My hand clenched at my side. “Of course,” I whispered. GIRL followed, the letters a little more hurried, as if the writer was getting into the rhythm now. Then, beneath, in a larger, looping script: CURSED WOLF. I swallowed. Hard. The room felt smaller. The air, colder. COME TO ME BEFORE THE NEXT BLOOD MOON… The ink—blood?—seeped down the glass in thin rivulets, pooling at the bottom edge of the frame.

he shouted as they shivered in fear One of the men opened it slowly, he took off the cover as what they saw shocked them to the core "What the f*ck?" Mason screamed in anger. "boss there is a letter" the guy said taking out the letter as it was placed beside the cut finger "give it to me" Mason pulled the away from his boys as he opened it slowly It was a white sheet of paper that had blood running down through it and the writing too was in blood not in ink "hey Mason, hope you like what you see, don't worry I will serve you a better breakfast soon" Mason read as fear tried taking over his anger

But the letter I received, I could remember vividly how the blood drained out of my body as I read the context of the letter. The context, "I will see you soon My love." Written not with ink but blood. And not just any blood it was a human blood. I have tried several times to track or at least find out who the letter came from. Who would dare call me my love? Of course it can't be Laila, she isn't even among the list of people I suspected that would do that. I know I'm a Lycan and I shouldn't be frightened by anything but how could I not?

It is still untouched. A letter with the red tag is a letter between two Mafia entities and what makes this letter different is that it has to be read and acknowledged within twenty four hours. Also, it is a letter written with the blood of the writer. Father knows what he's doing. Gulping down the champagne in the wine glass, I picked up the letter grudgingly and proceeded to open it. I heard my door creaking. The security protocols have been shaky these days because it's going through an upgrade so sometimes the parameters get unlocked automatically for some hours. It will take at least three months to finish the update. I focused my attention to the letter at hand and without hesitation,

I moved closer to him to get a better look at the words scribbled. 'YOU STARTED IT.' The words were written in a bold, thick, dark red liquid that still appears fresh, despite the fact that some of them were dry. As I knelt and brought my face closer to the letters on the ground, I raised my index finger and touched the dry liquid to see what sort of liquid it was. "It's blood, you moron. You are not required to play the role of a detective." Bryon sputtered. I looked up at him, but he simply gave me a death glare before turning his gaze away from me.

I repeated to myself silently as I tried to comprehend his words. The door to my side opened revealing Dylan's beautiful face, breaking me from my train of thought. Yes they're terrible people but they're fucking sexy as shit though. "Get the fuck out the car!" He growled through gritted teeth. "I can't, I have a bullet in my leg, I can barely walk." I said as I wiped tears from my eyes. He let out a low groan as he threw my limp body over his shoulder and walked inside the house. He carried me up the steps and just when I thought he was taking me into my room, he turned left taking us into a wider but much darker room.

Howard took a deep breath while Natasha looks at him in confusion. “Tell me what’s happening,” she urged him but he stayed silent, his thoughts too distant. She took the letter from his hand and read it herself. “Payback time, Howard!” Natasha is confused upon reading the words written in it. She cannot believe what she was seeing, the letter is not a printed one, it is not also written in a simple handwriting. It looks like every letter is written with blood. “What does this mean? Who sent you this?” She blurted out as she recovered from what she had seen. She called Howard a few times more but he is not answering, he is too emerged in his thoughts that he did not even notice that she was c

Hangs the lifeless body of Morgan, Blood dripping from the many wounds from her body. I hugged her dangling legs. "Morgan!" I whined horridly. A paper fell from her body. Tears were not stopping at the least as I picked up the letter. In it was written a single line with blood. 'You have to pay"