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Elder Young greeted him, and several people in the room addressed him with respect and politeness. Graham Elliot was an esteemed medical authority in Springfield City, renowned for his mastery of both conventional and alternative medicine. His expertise in medicine and pressure point treatment had earned him the title of Holy Doctor and the moniker, Pressure Point King!

Although her breath was still heavy and sad. After some minutes of sitting and waiting as the doctor attended to Mr Gray, the door of the emergency room finally pushed open and the doctor walked out. “Doctor, how is my Father? Is…Is he alright?“ She stood up immediately and asked. “Calm down.” “Why is everyone asking me to calm down? I asked a simple question. How is my Dad?” “Mr Gray is out of danger.” Eve relaxed as she heard that coming from the doctor. She thanked the Almighty.

Gray is a member of one of those two secret organizations. Upon hearing this, Damien looked at Evan with wide eyes. He hadn't expected Evan to read so deeply into a simple picture and a single witness' statement, let alone uncover this much information. He'd underestimated Evan, but it was already too late. "Professor Reed, would you mind verifying if this man is simply making things up…" Evan trailed off and cut Noah a meaningful look. Startled, Noah shook his head vehemently. Evan then glanced at Damien again. "Or if there's some truth to his words?"

of every wolf in the estate surged at once; a chaotic, psychic static. [Ivy’s Voice]: ...just a matter of time... [Arlo’s Voice]: ...why is she so mean to Ivy... [The Beta’s Voice]: ...the Luna is failing... I walked toward my private dressing room, my breath hitching. I had a burner phone hidden in my gym bag. I wanted to call Dr. Thorne. He was a human specialist who didn't care about Alphas or pack law. He dealt in the business of making people disappear. "Elara!" Roman called out after me.

The professor asks curiously. "Oh no! I am a sitter for the Dravens." I reply quickly. "Ahh the Dravens." He replies. Professor Hawthorn begins walking in the direction of Draphend Elementary and motions me to join him. I glanced at the man walking beside me. He has short, messy like, brown hair. He is tall with a better than medium build. I've never been able to get close to him let alone get a good look at him. He has a gentle air about him and seems very familiar but I can't place where from.

He ignored those greetings and focused on the sole aim, getting those involved in his wife's death. “So this is him?” Calven took a seat on his black coated throne like the king he is, gazed upon the man and sneered in his mind. This man here obviously is not capable enough in carrying such dubious act. “Mr. Gray ” Nelson teased while washing off the blood stain on his arms. Nelson Gridger, twenty seven in age who had wormed for him in the past four years. He understood his manner and styles that greeting him wasn't necessary. He proceeded with cleaning the water off his hands and then, took the next target's file with on finger.

“But you survive because of me.” Adrian snarled, shoving her back. She slid with the grace of someone who had trained her entire life for this moment, landing light, balanced, ready. “Do you know why I wear gray?” she asked suddenly, circling him. Adrian’s jaw tightened, blood dripping down his arm. He didn’t answer. “Because it is the color of hunger,” she murmured, voice low, almost intimate. “Never black, never white. Always in between. Always consuming.” Her eyes darkened. “Like my obsession with you.”

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

Why would Draven be scared of a person who literally seemed like an embodiment of god on earth? It was almost unreal how good of a person he was and this only further confused me. He didn’t seem like a person who could be involved with the Mafia and even if he was he wouldn’t probably partake in any illegal activities. Or was I being too optimistic? Was I being blinded with all this positive news that had been singing praises about him? Those dazzling grey eyes that I had come to love were definitely hiding fear but why? Taking out a picture I looked at a very handsome old man with graying hair styled to perfection. He was wearing a suit and tie with a kind smile on his face. He didn’t even

He stared at me in part confusion and part disbelief and was about to say something when someone crashed into the tent, barely missing me. Swiftly, he moved me out of the way and delivered a kick to the man. Staggering back, he faced Gray again but he was obviously no match for Gray. Before it could fully register in my brain, Gray drugged his claws into the man's chest and pulled out his heart. “Stay here, I need to go out there.” Trying not to think about the wide eyed dead man staring at me, nodded my head with a smile. I watched him rush out of the tent without sparing me another glass.