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With the black silk at her knees, she raised herself off the glass and stripped the panties away. Gary slid his hand on to Clare’s thigh. She tore her eyes away from the girl to look at him. His eyes were seeking her assurance that she wanted to stay. He found it, Clare’s excitement obviously written in her face. He smiled, then turned back to the spectacle on the glass table.

The moon outside shone, quiet, watching, but gave no answer. --- Down the hallway, Damien stood in his office. His shirt was open at the chest, blood still staining his skin from the battle. He leaned over the desk, his golden eyes sharp, his mind heavy with thoughts he refused to share. The door opened slowly. He didn’t look up at first. He thought it was Kael. But then a soft voice filled the room. “Alpha.” Damien’s head lifted. It was Clara. She wore a silk dress, too thin for the cold night, her hair falling loose down her back. Her eyes glistened as if she had been crying, but her smile was warm.

My Luna. But now, standing here, faced with the reality that Claire was not just an ordinary agent but the head of the very agency that had become my second family, a profound sense of duty washed over me. The shock gradually transformed into a fierce determination, a willpower to rescue her from Zack’s clutches, the cunning mastermind who sought to manipulate and control her for his own sinister purposes.

Because when that happens, you won't be able to get whatever reward you got from Gami. And speaking of Gami, where is the soul reaper? Is he not even aware of what is happening to her? She closed her eyes tightly. Right, she shouldn't be afraid. She has nothing to fear because she is really dead. She was only there for a mission. All she needs is to be careful. But that doesn't mean that she won't act because she still has scheduled things to do. Claire went straight to the bathroom and took a quick shower, then dressed in her night out. She still needs to earn money from Alex. After taking care of herself, she left the bedroom. Just to be surprised by what can be seen in the small living ro

I said, and she growled. “Don't lie just for the sake of lying, you wretch,” Clare snapped, and black lines sprouted from her face all over her body. “Crescent is guilty of everything. People aren't as innocent as you think, and they deserve to be extinguished; they deserve to be consumed completely by dark magic.” At that moment, Clare raised her hands, and the monsters grew larger. My men aimed carefully and fired just as Selene did in Eclipse, but the monsters kept getting back up. They surrounded us all. I realized it was going to be a bloodbath until Amelie stepped forward and struck Clare with pure power.

I snapped, my voice cutting through their little bubble. Yasmine blinked, her expression instantly turning annoyed as she looked at me. “What do you want?” “We need to go home. Now,” I said, glaring at her, trying to broadcast the emergency with my eyes. “Mom expects us.” Yasmine completely dismissed me, letting out a small laugh as she turned back to Harlan. “Don't mind her. She doesn't know how to mind her own business.” She looked at me again, her voice dropping with that masked warning. “Go away and stop embarrassing yourself.”

"AMARA!" I called out loudly to her. She paused in the midst of swinging her black sword behind our new Alpha. Akira stood up and noticed her intense weakness. But she tried to stay in her position to protect Clara and Vince. Vince lay on the ground with his head resting on Clara's lap. He had a large wound on his side. Clara couldn't stop crying as she tried to heal Vince's wound, even though she knew it would deplete all her energy.

Cia follows me, standing next to my throne. She doesn't scream. She isn't resistant. She just goes along with it. Being able to manipulate humans it's so much more fun than trying it on a wolf. A human can be so gullible. Cia pours me a new glass of whiskey. Placing it on the table next to my seat. Grabbing my glass then taking a sip. Spinning the whiskey inside the glass staring at Crissy and Kia being dragged away. “There is nothing special about this girl. She is full of doubt and insecurities. Making her dislikable.” I lean back into my chair. Watching as the clouds roll in.

(The humor). Clarisse: Clarisse, AKA Clare, is Sylar's first fledgling. She is a fan of Milo's works and believed he had found vampires, thinking he couldn't have died and there wasn't any evidence pointing to his murder. She didn't freak out at the existence of vampires and was a strange human. Her eyes used to be blue with purple specks, attracting Sylar to her to turn her, but after she turned and was fed, her eyes became a pure purple. She can drink blood but it doesn't satisfy her as much as feeding off the souls or spirits of other people. After being found out to be a soul sucker, Sylar instructed her to feed from Calix only because of the plethora of souls he has collected and it wou

Claire I wasn't sure how long I laid there, not really sleeping, but not totally awake either. There were no windows, so I had no idea if the sun had come up. Eventually, the light flicked on and I had to cover my eyes from the stinging pain it caused. I heard loud footsteps and the metal of my cell lock clanking. I squint my eyes against the light and see Bennett walk into my cell. I shoot up and press myself against the wall, watching as he stalks towards me. When he sees my terrified face, he stops his approach and kneels in front of me. He watches me for a moment before he sighs and his shoulders sag.