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“Actually, there’s something else. Dad’s summoning you home. He wants to see you.” Joyce frowned, her irritation returning. “Dad? Why didn’t he just call me? I have a phone, you know.” “You weren't picking up. And besides, this wasn’t the kind of message you deliver over the phone,” Ambrose said. His tone was more solemn now, and Joyce could feel a weight behind his words. “It’s urgent. Eight of our hunters were killed two nights ago.” Joyce shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I told you all before, I want nothing to do with this whole ‘hunting wolves’ nonsense. It’s absurd. You all should get a life”

I laughed and cheered softly as I spotted some Du Pleasant Knights approaching them, my relief and excitement reaching unimaginable heights before I heard the first strike of metal against metal. I strained to watch as my legs started to ache, seeing the Knights of Du Pleasant attacking Dorians men as well as him and my brother. My joy gave way to fear and worry as a few began to Shift and rush at them, the sounds of panic echoing up from the floors below me. I wanted so badly to be out there as I watched them fight. To take them both by the hand and run back out of this nightmare so they wouldn’t risk getting hurt to get to me. But Rosanna had the key, and I didn’t want to risk Marcus, Samu

“Who are they?” Evren wipes blood from the corner of his mouth and shrugs lightly. “Everyone.” “Everyone?” “It’s time to settle the score with the rogues once and for all,” Jace declares. But the rogues don’t slow down even when they see the blockade. They charge straight into it, driven by rage and numbers. The collision is violent. The first line of Stormblood wolves meets them head-on, jaws clashing and bodies slamming together with enough force to echo against the cliffs. Deathclaw flanks from the sides, cutting off any chance of escape, their movements sharp and brutally efficient.

My jaws snap toward his throat, forcing him back. A crash to my left draws my attention for a split second. Bram and Jorin are locked in their own battles, brown fur flashing against black and brown of Running River warriors. They hold their ground, snapping and biting. Kaelen thrashes beneath me, swinging his neck side to side, gnashing his teeth, but I am relentless. My claws rake across his sides, teeth grazing his neck. He fights with everything he has, and I meet him blow for blow, each movement a test of endurance and will.

“Our relationship is already destroyed, Blade. There’s nothing left to make worse. She’s the manager. She must be professional.” When he opened his eyes again, they gleamed with ruthless determination. “The only thing left now is Clovies. And I won’t let anyone take it away from me.” The car accelerated through the snowy streets. From the outside, it looked calm. But inside, ambition and vengeance were gathering into a storm, ready to strike Clovies without mercy. *** Chapter 77 – A Clash of Thrones in the Boardroom

By the time I wandered downstairs, the smell of dinner was heavy in the air, and so was the sound of my parents' voices from the kitchen. “The Alpha is pushing for the eastern borders to be secured before the winter freeze,” Dad was saying, sipping from his coffee cup, “The beta families are getting restless about the hunting quotas.” “Well, he needs to finalize the alliance with the Northern pack first,” Mom replied, chopping vegetables, “If the line doesn't hold, the politics of the council won't matter anyway.” I slid onto a chair at the dining table, making a decent amount of noise, but they didn't even look my way, they just kept tossing pack politics back and forth.

“Hun, Cass will be over soon.” She nods her head but continues straightening our bedroom while waiting for Cody to finish his shower. While his fear has kept her from fighting Colton’s presence here, him coming back to our house without Cassius and with Clayton has stirred her up. Telling her Colton had been in a fight didn’t calm anything down, not that I expected it to. I knock gently on Colton’s door. Clayton has been playing the old Game Cube since Cole brought him over from the pack house.

I can’t lose you know. We all sprint to the Proposal woods. I reduce my speed, and the pack does as well. Reaching the end of the cliff. We stare down. I let out a howl, and the pack follows. We see the Volatile pack staring at the mountains, looking straight at us. The Volatile pack howls as well to declare war. I see one of their pack members running towards their outlook tower. Triggering the siren, another pack has come to their land to warn the rest of the pack.

Don Angelo [Boom!] [Boom!!] [Boom!!!] As we drive away from the woods, the continuous booming sounds fill my heart with more anxiety than it should. It was a piece of cake to plant bombs all over the place. This operation has been too easy for me to understand. Everything has been stalling here because of these people. Now, we take them out like a piece of cake? I don't get it.

She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she continued watching the convoy. The lead armored vehicle stopped. Its doors opened in perfect synchronization. More than a dozen men climbed out. Black tactical uniforms. Military discipline. No identifying insignias. No visible ranks. Each carried suppressed assault rifles. "They're the Circle's Retrieval Unit," Evelyn finally said. "They don't arrest people." "They erase them." A heavy silence settled over the room. Seraphina felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Erase. Not kill. Erase.