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he texted back. The lights in her apartment went dark. Not gradually—all at once, as though she'd violently shut everything down in response to his continued presence. Through the mate bond, he felt the spike of her anger, her fear, her desperate desire to escape. And for the first time since arriving in Seattle, Ash understood that forcing her to acknowledge him might result in her running again—this time permanently, this time far enough that even his obsession couldn't follow.

Cyprian shot back, making me laugh. “Mikhail, I’m on the call too,” I said to make my presence known. “Marion, congratulations, brother,” Mikhail added. “Thanks.” “So what are we calling this one?” Cyprian pressed. The line went quiet, both of them waiting. “Wildfire.” The silence held for a beat before Cyprian whistled low. “Damn, bro… bold. Let me guess, named after a certain someone who’s got you wrapped around her little finger?”

Giveon ~ let me go✨✨ Max leaves the room, I stay at the balcony enjoying the view and cold breeze. Andrei comes to meet me with a glass full of cognac. I nod at him as I take it from him. The substance burns deep in my throat, the moment it hits. It has been my only friend since she left. Just a few shots and I enter my world of oblivion but I can't afford to do that here. I might be getting married to the Italian mafia queen but till we tie the knots and the rings are resting on our fingers.... I'm still a stranger and I don't want to get too comfortable.

I casted an energy blast in the midst of enemies as it spread into a fire, creating paths for me as I walked through without fear or hesitation. The North was full of vegetation; navigation was a little difficult as I headed to the pack house as Jerry’s instruction. “From the little information we have; it’s safe to predict that Freya has a way of monitoring the enemies without leaving her comfort zone. I don’t know how she does it but it is obvious she will be expecting just wolves to attack since she has no idea about Miss Lea and if she does, her attention would be that it will be Elijah she will be fighting apart from Rogue.” Jerry explained as his eyes met mine before he blushed and foc

His hands and legs trembled as he fought the urge to fly across the track and make him pay hard. The train inched forward as another loud blare sounded in the distance, this time, much closer. Both men stood their ground, heaving, unflinching, and unwilling to back off, their eyes spitting fire. The train from the other end slapped past, forcing them to abandon their feud. Dev broke the connection and backed up into the compartment with a head that felt like it was about to explode. ***

We didn’t know what they were discussing. “So,” Katie began. “What’re you two talking about?” He replied, “Foxfire.” “Huh?” We all gave him a perplexed look. “Foxfire Guild.” “What’re you saying?” I asked. “Foxfire, a small pack with a strong bond,” he explained further, “capable of taking down bigger foes. Sounds like us, right?” Brock likened the name with a nod. “Yeah, Foxfire.” “I’d talked to Chief Hassan,” Wilt said. “Luckily, no guild got that name yet. What do you think?”

I reach within myself to find the spark that never goes out; it answers my command instantly. I place my hands on the grass and orchestrate my own play. The fire pops up from the ground, exactly where I want it to be. It surrounds the wolves and vampires that have been attacking my mate. A circle of fire encloses each person. I make sure my rings are wide enough so that I don’t burn my family. Slowly I force the circles smaller and closer to the person. Once a member forfeits, I drop the fire. And they walk from the field. I release one person at a time so that Max can fake kill them.

LES I revved the engine of my sleek sports car as I pulled out of the driveway, leaving behind the storm brewing in the house. The purr of the engine drowned out the turmoil in my mind, focusing my thoughts on the club I was headed to – Fire-Z. Fire-Z was more than just a club; it was an experience, a sanctuary for the elite where the night came alive with pulsating beats and shimmering lights. As I approached, the neon sign bathed the street in a kaleidoscope of colors, beckoning me into its embrace.

He always found Ghost Fox a challenging opponent. "Missed. Go for it!" someone yelled, and the others stepped out of the dark open fire. 14 fire points, all seasoned veterans, the strongest firepower being shoulder-fired bazookas. "Can you hold out?" Alexander asked Cimarron as he watched the relentless attacks. "I can hold for eight minutes," Cimarron replied. He was being targeted, so he had to use his Lord of War Domain to withstand the onslaught. "That's enough." Alexander shifted and disappeared, heading toward the source of the attack.

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.