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She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Eryx’s eyes snapped back to carnal crimson, a roar of pure, prehistoric fury erupting from his lungs as he realized how close he had come to the "Order." Caelum didn't bleed. He De-Materialized, turning into a spray of dry, white ash that the northern wind immediately scattered. He didn't die with a scream; he died with a Logical Conclusion. The Heartwood was quiet again, but it was the Deep, Heavy Silence of a Pack that had seen the face of its own erasure. Eryx approached me, his hand shaking as he touched my snout. "He... he almost made me want it, Darlene. The quiet. The lack of the 'Too Much'."

One by one, they fell, leaving no trace of their defiance behind. Amid the carnage, the elder tried to slip away unnoticed, disappearing into the chaos like a shadow. But Damon, driven by vengeance, hunted him down without mercy. Cornering the trembling man, Damon raised his weapon and, with cold finality, delivered a single, fatal shot to the elder's head. The sharp crack of the gunfire marked the end of the former elder, his lifeless body collapsing as silence briefly descended upon the factory, broken only by the faint crackle of smoldering debris.

Everything I would murder and kill to protect Calista's chin quivered slightly, and her eyes were a tad glazed. I followed her line of sight to see her blinking at the corpse on the floor My stomach twisted into hard knots. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you bastard Roman I should have know better. Calista just recently healed, I didn't even think of what her reaction to a dead body after Matteo would be. “Take his corpse away” I ordered to no one in particular “Give him the honors before putting him to rest”

I shake my head violently, But as I expected, Demian still drags me across the floor to take a closer look. The girl is lying in blood. Her eyes are open but she is not breathing. “ She is dead.” Damien leans over and whispers in my ears again. The hot breath comes from his mouth makes me tremble. Yes, the girl is dead. Everyone can tell from her death that she suffered a lot before she die. Now, I only feel a little relieved for her that she will not need to suffer anymore. I hope she will have a better life in another world.

Chapter 201: Resurrection and Rage DAMON'S POV I am still trapped by the sight of Serena's lifeless, limp body lying motionless on the cold floor, my mind feeling completely dizzy as reality fractures around me like shattered glass. The image burns itself into my consciousness with devastating clarity—her pale skin, the crimson stain spreading across her throat, the way her eyes stared at nothing with that terrible emptiness that speaks of a soul departed.

Maybe I’m sitting calmly in the café reading a very unexciting book when I twitch once and fall face-first into my frappucino. DeadGirlWalking: I am done living in fear of what is inevitable. I need to feel alive again. SleepingBeast: You think me murdering you is going to make you feel alive? DeadGirlWalking: No, I think knowing that my day is coming soon will make life a lot more interesting until it does. And then when it finally does, I won’t have to think about it anymore at all. SleepingBeast: That’s dark. DeadGirlWalking: You’re homicide-for-hire and you’re calling me dark?

His mind refused to understand what his eyes were seeing. It couldn’t. It wouldn’t. His heartbeat disappeared. So did every thought. Almost mechanically, he lowered himself beside the body. His trembling hand rested against the redhead’s chest. Nothing. No heartbeat. No pulse. Only unbearable cold. A stillness that belonged to the dead. His fingers remained there. Waiting. Praying. Begging. Nothing changed. The truth finally crashed into him. Alexander Cameron… Was dead. Hellcat… Was dead.

Pulling the trigger, his body seemed to pause for the smallest moment before plunging to the ground. Thomas's gun went off, killing the other man with a gun. Gray Beard wasn't out in the open like the others, and I couldn't see him. He was the only one I wanted to kill. "Do you smell that?" Thomas whispered. Inhaling, I instantly smelled decay and rot. "Yeah. That's what that guy was talking about. There must be a group of biters coming." Assessing our surroundings, I couldn't see any of the dead yet. The only movement was the man with an arrow in his belly. He was trying to stand with the help of his friend.

The sadness in her tone was heavy, matching the gloom of the ruins. I signaled the advance. If the outside looked neglected, the interior was a graveyard of memories. It was silent…..unnervingly so. How am I supposed to find the eldest woman in a ghost town? A heavy thud startled me. I spun around to see Novel sliding from Kitty’s back, hitting the dirt. I rushed to her side, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wanted to roar at the wolf, who at least had the grace to look guilty, but the sight of Novel’s pale, unconscious face silenced my anger.