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But that was only because her brain always woke her up before such a horrific image covered her mind. "Here is the file of the prisoner, it contains all the information about him and his victims, along with the disorders he has, and the medicine we are using on him" The doctor of the case Jimin, informed her before he gave her the files. The brown-haired boy stands tall and confident, his eyes shining with a spark of intelligence and warmth. His complexion is clear and smooth, with a healthy glow that suggests he takes good care of himself. "Check them before you meet him, and a guard will be assisting you so we can register your fingertips in the system, in the order you can easily enter hi

POV: Wolfy A book was a dangerous thing. A sword could cut you. A bullet could pierce you. But a book? A book could rewrite the software of your mind. It could change the parameters of your reality without firing a single shot. I sat in the corner of the barracks common room. The leather-bound volume heavy in my lap. Across from me, Neoma traced the letters on the page with a finger that still trembled slightly from the aftershocks of the Wastes.

Damien looked at her like he regretted saying the words the second they left his mouth. Yet somehow couldn’t take them back. Thunder rolled outside the windows. Neither moved. Vivian should say something. Professional. Reasonable. Safe. Instead she asked softly: “What exactly are you trying to say?” Damien’s jaw tightened. For a second, she thought he might finally say it. Finally break. But Damien Blackwood was a man built entirely from restraint. And restraint won. His expression cooled slightly. “I think Roman Ellis is dangerous.” Coward. The thought came instantly.

i say in the mind link "I sense them, micheal and few more warriors are on their way to you as we speak" he answers "Ok" i say cutting the mind link as the first rogue appeared in sight I tilt my head looking at him with confusion. It's common knowledge that rogues are banished wolves who aren't apart of any pack for various reasons. Most of them go mad and become violent creatures while some are able to survive and keep their sanity, but this one before me is different. I can sense his bloodlust and i can see in his eyes there isn't a shred of humanity left yet he's doesn't give the impression of being irrational, to put it simply he's like a functioning psychopath. He smiles kindly at me b

“I told you that if I’d wanted to turn you in, I would have a long time ago” “You have to find a way to get out of here so you can take care of your baby Mae”. Mae’s heart was beating fast, she couldn’t tell if it was out of excitement or fear. If Damian knows everything about her, who else does? Who else that is loyal to their boss? "I know what is going on in your head, no one else knows anything about you." Mae breathe out in relief but that was only shortlived as another reason for her to panic came up again.

And now, there was a problem that needed to be solved immediately. His gaze grew sharper. His teeth gritted, his right hand clenched tightly. He didn't open his mouth at all, making his cold face look even more fierce and charismatic. Robert. The mad scientist who created the mind control chipset was truly dangerous, and now he was planning to sell his creation to the equally insane Blood mafia group. “Fuck! This cannot be allowed.” Jeff had decided on his goal. He would take part in the battle for the mind control chipset. He had to get it.

“Are you out of your mind? Absolutely not.” My fists clenched. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” He leaned in, his jaw tightening. “I’ll give you several. First, you're on their kill list too. Every one of Chun Kit’s sentinels knows your face. If they see you, they won’t hesitate. Second you're pregnant, and you're acting recklessly”

“Because those never end well.“ “But they rarely do for people in general, let alone for people like us. “ “It’s not that. “ “Then what is it?” He folds the board and says “It’s because violent desires have violent ends. “ “Quoting Shakespeare, my dear. That’s sounds more like me. “ “Yet most of us will eventually end up like his characters, won’t we? What’s more dangerous is we act upon those desires with the clear mind the outcome will be disastrous.” I smile sadly at him and at the reality of his words. END

I knew everyone was thinking why the lycan’s son was suddenly being touchy with the wolfless one of the pack, the pariah, the unfortunate one. For a second I wished I could hear those thoughts distinctively, but on a second note, I discarded the thought. Reading minds would be poisonous to my mental health. Only hearing what had been said vocally to me in the last two years, had not done me any good. What would happen if I should hear their thoughts then?