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Not just for myself but everyone who has been hurt by Connor and his depraved backer, Vornt. I would never be at peace if I do not annihilate these two. Their malevolence is a threat, not only to the supernatural realm, but it can be a threat even to mankind. Connor is human, and he has not only been abducting rogue wolves but homeless humans as well, for his sordid experiments. If I am going to be condemned for killing anyone associated with them, then so be it. Scum like Connor and Vornt should never be allowed free passes anywhere.

His shoulders relax, and he nods. I reply to Connor. -Nora: I’m in. -Connor: Can’t wait. See you at 11? -Nora: Deal. -Connor: Wear something nice. I smile at my phone. Connor’s one of the best-looking guys at school—rugby player, built like a tank, with a face to match. We've never kissed, but I wouldn’t mind changing that. I look at the selfie next to his number. Cute. My eyes wander to the math book lying in the kitchen. I wonder, would Mr. Adkins have a selfie on his W******p? Doesn’t seem like the type, but... I’m curious.

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.

I said. “How the hell is that going to help us?” Camila snapped. “If you don’t stop talking to me like that then I’m not going to fucking help you at all.” I yelled. And Connor pulled his head back, looking at me in shock. “Damn.” He said. “I’m sorry. But those skanks are really starting to piss me off.” I said. “Don’t apologize. That was fucking hot.” Connor said, putting his arm around my waist. I went to sit on a boulder that was near where we were and I pulled out the book of royals.

Now, if I have not known him for as long as my Vampire years, I would, at this point, have slapped that charm right off his face. So after his elegant entrance, I can see by his relaxed calmness that every single Ripper has met their fate. Still captivated by this god of a man, my beloved whispers under very shaky breaths. "Who are you?" After being satisfied that he is still very much a charm around the ladies, he hands Anastasia over to me. "The name is Connor from the Crimson Shadow Pack." "You are a bunch of muts?" "Ha! I see that my dear Sebastian still likes to refer to our kind as a bunch of muts."