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a voice whispered. It was a small, trembling sound—the kind of sound a rabbit makes when it's cornered by a pack of wolves. I straightened up, my skin prickling. I didn't think; I just moved. I didn't care that I didn't have a stitch of clothes on. I didn't care that my knuckle tattoos were still red from the cold. I followed the sound toward the back, my bare feet silent on the rubber matting. Miller and two of the freshmen were crowded around a corner. They were laughing, Miller’s large hand braced against a locker, pinning something—someone—into the shadows.

He let out a weak smile knowing he now had a lead and he stood up and left his office. The murder of Aaron George was still a fresh topic on everyone's lips when the mysterious killer struck again,this time it was a top elite businessman and the owner of a pharmaceutical company called Ramson pharmaceuticals. Mr Ramson was found dead in a park with similar stab wounds with that of the former victim. Awhite, partially bloody rose was placed on his chest, his dull eyes widely open, he was dressed in a cooperate wear with a white long-sleeved shirt. Visitors who came to the park found him the next morning and alerted the police.

"Emily, I'm afraid those guys are not normal guys. Just like us... they have the scent of a werewolf. Rogues to be exact." "What? No! Werewolves don't exist." The beautiful blonde haired, blue eyes Chloe responds. "I'm afraid they...we... do exist." Blake grips the girls arm and stares at her in her eye. Making her go into a hypnotic state. "You will forget this whole incident. You were taking a stroll and went back to your destination. You had a wonderful time hiking and never saw any of this. You never met us, you were never attacked by rogues. You will get your things and leave back home." He stares at each of the girls doing the same thing to each one. Commanding them to continue on thei

These people wouldn’t be caught dead standing six feet from one another on a normal day, yet tonight they were close enough to clink glasses and pretend to be old friends. I’d grown up watching this charade, but it still made me sick. Every false laugh sounded like claws dragging over my nerves. A hand tapped my shoulder, and I turned to see Alex, my beta. His face was carved into that public mask he wore so well—pleasant, polite, the corners of his mouth upturned just enough to pass as friendly. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear so no one could overhear. “You look like you’re about to pass out,” he murmured, voice edged with amusement that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Ethan shook his head, looking slightly embarrassed. “It wasn’t really the right time... But, uh... this might be a conversation for later?” Hargrave nodded, his smile finally breaking through. “You know, I never thought I’d see the day when you, Ethan Cole, would get all... mushy.” Ethan rolled his eyes, his cheeks still flushed. “Not ‘mushy.’ Just... normal. We’re allowed to have normal moments, right?”

A document similar to a curriculum vitae was attached to the top of that file. Name- DARKSTAR Zayn Redfield I did not have any idea of what I was seeing. I went through the rest of the pages. These are Zayn's documents. But what does it mean by a DARKSTAR? What is BLACKMATRIX? Why are Zayn's documents here? Why am I here? With thousands of questions my head was about to burst. I had no strength and my legs were weak.So I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. My head was spinning so badly and I couldn't hold on to my strength anymore...

"Now, what happened to her?" Nathan was going crazy, both of his wives were lying side by side on the bed and he had the face filled with fidgety all the while. The dragon flower was being dipped in the water and as soon as it changed its colour into a blond shade, Siren and Chapelle were making the Ladyship drink the golden water. While Willow had just examined Raya Blackmark and turned with her twinkled eyes to speak, "My Lord! It's a miracle!"

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

"And that scowl isn't helping." "First, I'm sweating. And second, I'd rather smell bad than give off a feminine rose scent," he said huskily, shooting him a sidelong glance. "I don't smell like roses" Ben's tone became curt. "You smell worse than Eric's sister." Gideon burst out laughing with Kenyan as they exited the parking lot through the back exit. Ben started swearing at them as he threw car parts that were lying on the ground at them. Ethan stood to his left, and it wasn't until Eric nodded to him that he turned away from them. His eyes stared at the blond human. His chest followed a slow movement, his heart was no longer beating as hard and his wounds were not severe enough to die on

It gave me an edge around the people I mingled with. I still had my harem of witches with me minus Lilith. The bitch left and took everything in my vault. It was okay, some of it was hers anyway and she did leave me the formula of the "No-scent" elixir that helps wolves blend with the humans. Because of it, wolves have difficulty sniffing out a wolf from a human so it's a great thing for the spies I have scattered all over the country.