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Tearing the door from its hinges, I barge in and pick the fucker up by the hair before throwing him across the room. “Who the fuc-” He starts, but I remove my Beretta and kneecap him before he can even think to threaten me, then I walk over and beat him within an inch of his life. The feeling and sound of my fist meeting his face and cracking his bones send me on a different high, but I know if I don’t slow down now that this fucker will die. Tough luck. He touched my mate with the intention to harm; he needs to die.

As a way to illustrate her words, suddenly, Sol felt as if he was thrown into a deep pit full of ice. Jumping away in reflex, he looked with surprise at Lilith. "This was killing intent. A rather simple trick as things goes. Though, some mana users have reached such a high level in this trick that they can actually kill or stun weak-willed people. But this isn't all." Waving her hand, all the grass around her was immediately cut. "By fusing the intent to cut with my mana I obtained a blade that cut anything. The stronger my intent, the stronger my blade. Do not confuse emotions and intent. Intent is the will behind an action. A goal you set for yourself."

“We don’t yet know where their secret bases are hidden. If I took a few of my best tracker wolves with me, then we could uncover it within the week! I’m certain of this!” Brutus thundered for executions, going on and on about all the creative torture methods he would use on any human he caught. “Get a few of those humans and string them up with their own guts in front of the human settlements! Let them know who they are dealing with.” And through it all, Kieran sat silently, power radiating off him like the heat out of a forge, his fingers drumming once, then twice, on the table, watching and calculating as everyone else argued.

He moved down the hallway, away from people, away from noise. “Send it.” Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then— a file. Attached. Adrian opened it immediately. His eyes moved quickly over the information. Name. Age. Background. Everything normal. Everything clean. Too clean. He scrolled further. Education. Employment. Records. Nothing unusual. Nothing hidden. Nothing— His eyes stopped. A section highlighted. Marital Status: Never Married Adrian went still. His grip on the phone tightened slightly. He read it again. Slower this time.

Huge men, the kind of huge that immediately activates female survival instincts. One has dark hair shaved close on the sides, heavy scars cutting across his mouth and brow. The other is broader, older maybe, thick neck covered in tattoos disappearing beneath a black thermal shirt stretched tight over muscle. Both stare at me openly and neither looks friendly. My pulse kicks hard, adrenaline waiting to see if I choose fight or flight. Fuck them. Frankie Bell did not survive retail customers and shitty landlords by cowering. I lift an eyebrow. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer, pervs.”

I don’t know what has happened to them, or why this happened to them but I do know that their extremely far gone; probably beyond saving by now. The two of them have killed more people than I can count. The cops want them more than anyone else in the entire state. They’re wanted fugitives for all of their terrible transgressions. But the only problem is...I'm the only one who knows what they looks like. ______________________________ Warning. ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ This book contains violence and some graphic scenes •sexual content •brutal behavior

The man fell down in defeat. Two other wolves rushed towards him. Ian growled his eyes still glowing the brightest shade of green as his feral part took over. One by one they came at Ian and he took one of them and broke their limnbs and used it to beat him to a bloody pulp."Don't be so cocky beta, you'll doe here"One of the wolves side as he snarked at Ian.Ian smiled a dangerous smile at him.