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Get out of here before the drugs render me useless. "I don't think you understand the mistake you're making," Grayson says. Despite the obvious anger radiating under his skin, he's as impassive as ever, facing the situation like a true Alpha. And it scares me. Because I know a fight is about to ensue... "Stop, I yell over the music. Not many people take notice, but the two men do. And at that exact moment, the drugs hit me like a truck, and I stumble a little on my feet. "I think I'm going to pass out..."

he ordered as a low growl rumbled in his chest. Trembling, the guy rose to sit on his knees and fearfully met my glare. I recognized him then. His name was Gray, and he was from one of the southern packs. “I… I didn't know... I swear, I didn't know!” He clasped his hands together, staring at me as if I were a god he had offended. “Just fucking talk already!” Caspian roared. Gray swallowed, nodding. Then he sucked in a shaky breath before shifting his gaze back to me. “T-that new one... Kylar... He was talking about all kinds of things… I thought that he was just bragging…”

It was just past the smoking husk of the burned-out diner that we saw them. Two men, standing on the corner like they were waiting for a bus that wasn’t coming. One wore a neatly pressed white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a leather-bound Bible under his arm. The other was tall, almost inhumanly so, and draped in a cloak of vines and moss that swayed gently even though there was no wind. The Green Man. And Pastor Elijah Brooks. We stopped in our tracks.

Standing in her doorway, his hands raised in surrender, his expression hovering somewhere between alarm and amusement, was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was tall, very tall with broad shoulders and a lean, athletic build that his tailored navy suit did nothing to hide. His jaw was sharp and defined, the kind of jaw that belonged on a magazine cover. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he had been running his fingers through it. His cheekbones were high, his lips full, his nose perfectly straight. But it was his eyes that stopped Clara cold. They were gray. Winter gray. The color of storm clouds. The color of something she should have remembered but could not.

However, just when the game was about to end, my eyes caught a glimpse of something that made me stop. I noticed that Clark had a peculiar tattoo on his arm I believed was similar to what we found in Hunter Grey. Based on my quick observation, the tattoo was an intricate design of a demented clown, with elongated limbs and a twisted grin on its face. The colors used were vibrant yet grotesque, with shades of mustard yellow, deep red, and silky green. The clown's eyes were black and soulless as if they were staring right into your deepest fears. But the weirdness of the tattoo did not stop there. Around the clown's body were tiny, almost indiscernible symbols and lines that seemed to move and

A figure stood silhouetted in the doorway, backlit by bright sunlight. As my eyes adjusted, I felt the blood drain from my face. My jaw dropped in shock and horror as I recognized the person standing before me. Mrs. Grey! "Hello, Ms. Clark," she said, her voice cold and sharp as steel. "I think it's time we had a little chat." .

"My name is Dexter Filigos. Surprise? HAHAHA!" The clown man said. I was baffled, I was full of disbelief at what he said. It was the name of my long-lost childhood friend who I thought died protecting me. I was thrilled yet scared at the same time. He changed, I know. But this change was not what I expect. Heck, I didn't even know he's alive.

And as she pulled his body in front of her, she dragged his hand on the railings and pushed his body off without any hint of hesitation in her actions. Tentacle let out a loud and sharp cry before his body reached the floor down below. And as his stomach kissed the floor, he let out a long whimpering groan. “Y-you—” uttered the old man who was the only one left standing on Gray’s side. There were bits of saliva sputtering out of his mouth as he stuttered. His hand trembled as he pointed his knife toward her. Turning a blind eye to his threat, Gray climbed up the railing and sat on top of it with her feet hovering just above the lying bodies of Fakey Mcbaldy and Tentacle. She had her eyes loc

Gray took out a bundle of dollars and handed them over to the man. The man took it and bowed. "If you need to hire me for these tasks, please call for me again!" said the man, and exits out of the room. Gray spots the number on the middle page and took out his phone from his pocket. He dialed the number and called. The phone rang for a while before someone picked up. “Hello, who is it?”. Meanwhile, Christina is back at her house. She’s staying cooped up in her house without going out nor interacting with others except her family.

With swordsmanship that could deter the four Demon Monks, the person must’ve been a God of War. When Harvey landed on the ground again, a man with slightly gray hair clad in a green robe stood in front of him. He waved his hand, and the sword flew back into his hand. He quickly glanced around soon after that. Harvey took a closer look at the man, before recognizing some of his facial features to be similar to Kali's. It was Dorian Howell, the branch leader of Longmen’s outskirts branch. “Mr. Dorian?” Harvey said. Dorian nodded before glancing at the fierce sight in front of him.