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Then Callum’s presence brushes the edge of my mind. Every ounce of strength he can spare flows into me. I gather all of it. The bond. The voices of the pack. The energy is threatening to tear me apart from the inside. I am about to release it when agony spears through my side. A suppressant dart. One of Savannah’s elites slips through the chaos and lands the shot. The energy beneath my skin sputters. Before I can even identify the shooter, Kieran is already on them. A second later, the threat is gone.

The voice accompanies my vision as clear as the midday sun: where I can witness Cassian's death at the hands of a black-haired Alpha. "Impossible! Cassian dead? By that Alpha? But who is he? Who could make an Alpha as powerful as Cassian die so easily!?" This is the first time I desperately want to disbelieve my own foresight. In my future vision, Cassian's fate if I don't leave this room is vividly carved out. He will die. At the hands of a black-haired Alpha with such immense power. The Alpha's eyes are as red as blood. His face smiles in front of Cassian's bloodied body. His laughter is as fierce as a storm, his demeanor repulsive in my eyes.

“Data says teams with her have higher success. Let’s go.” We raided the armory in the basement. Alerion grabbed silver knives and a shotgun loaded with blessed rounds. Zane took his zap gloves and a couple flashbangs. Caius packed his tablet, a drone controller, and a pistol he hated using. Lysander, wherever the hell he was, probably just had claws and rage. I grabbed a dagger Dad had left me. Small. Sharp. Felt right in my hand. “Ready?” Alerion asked. Zane slapped his back. “Born ready. But if we die, I blame you for wanting to go solo.”

For that moment, the Ashfords weren't brothers anymore—they were an unholy, triple-headed sentinel. "Target sighted!" the Syndicate lead yelled, but the command was lost as Victor fired. He didn't aim; he existed in a zone of pure kinetic discharge. His suppressors barked a low, terrifying rhythm. He wasn't missing. Every pull of his trigger sent a Syndicate soldier into the dirt with surgical, anatomical finality. Sebastian pulled Adrian back into the dark recess behind the jagged stone foundation. He grabbed Adrian’s head, forcing him to meet his gaze. Sebastian’s eyes were frantic—the billionaire predator finally realizing he couldn't buy his way out of the anatomy of birth.

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

“We request that you send a team of assassins after the boy. Amalgamation is weakened and breached. This is the best chance to get a few of our men in to do the job. I know that this is risky, but we can send the Death Squad after him. They will take their lives to ensure that they take his.” Elder Miriam’s words sent a chill down the spines of most of the Elders. The Death Squad was a team of strong warriors who reported directly to Elder Miriam. They were her life’s blood and evidence of her greatest investment. They fought like people possessed and knew no fear. They had been trained in espionage, and were resistant to every form of torture in the world. Each of them had no tongues so one

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He had bought the pistol and silencer from a notorious drug dealer one night on a dark corner, dressed in black jeans and a hoodie that covered his face. Susan’s heart stopped beating as the wolfsbane finally reached it. Adrian sat down on the single brown recliner and savored the moment. He would remember this for the rest of his life. The feeling of power as they died one after the other. He felt a kind of gratification that he couldn’t explain. He went to the bathroom and masturbated as he closed his eyes and relived his killings.

Eyeing him coldly, Ashton retorted, "Don't you think it's hilarious that you're making empty threats like these right now? Since you're the death squad, you should be prepared to die if you fail your mission. "Well, time to die, all of you!" Ashton lowered his hand. Instantly, the flashes of murderous light came raining down in a vicious loop until every last ounce of the array's spiritual energy was used up. Piercing howls rang from every corner. After a few minutes, only a handful of the death squad assassins were still alive. Over 90 lifeless bodies were now piled on top of the pool of blood, the mangled bodies an indication of how gruesomely they'd died.

It was as though they were gradually realizing just how dead they were. Freya’s team marveled at the sight for a brief moment - they were overawed by the sheer prowess of their squad leader, at her unbridled skill at dealing death. But they shook it off quickly, aimed their flechette rifles at the rest of the terrorists all around, and squeezed the triggers. The tremendous sound of hundreds of needle darts tore through the air at supersonic speeds. The tungsten carbide darts easily punched through the terrorists’ armor with ridiculous ease, and ripped into the much softer flesh below.