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business. Elio Jones Ganovese. Elio is regaining complete control over my life.

They came from every direction, growling and hissing, their movements erratic and unpredictable. I watched as Ethan shifted into action. There was no hesitation. He raised his hand, and the air seemed to hum with energy. A shockwave blasted outward, throwing several infected back and clearing a path for us to move forward. It was an impressive display of power—one that I had witnessed many times—but this time, there was something different about it. Ethan’s movements were more deliberate, more strained, and I could see it in his eyes. He was struggling.

Daemonikai crossed his arms. Vladya's mouth opened. They closed, words failing him. "Ukrae's balls. Not that the idea of erasing the entire human population isn't tempting as hell, but you can't do that," Vladya said at last. "You'll become that person again. Evie went through hell to purge the world of Daemonikai the Cruel. The Berserker. Vicious Destroyer. Harbinger of Ruin. What the hell is wrong with you?"

“My name is Keva Black. I don’t know what problem you have with Stark Growlers, but I don’t just represent them. My father is the Alpha King, so I am also here on his behalf. Not to sound rude, but I suggest you put down your gun before you do something you will regret.” I wasn’t sure if anyone heard me, but the fact that no one shot at me again was a good sign. Holding my breath, I listened for movement, but I didn’t hear anything. After waiting for what felt like forever, a sound caught my attention, and I expelled a breath of air as I looked toward it.

All he thinks about is his dick. "You're an idiot. You don't understand what this means, so let me enlighten you. Eva is Maverick's twin sister. Both of them are the last remaining pack members of the Last Nightwalkers. They're not only the strongest wolves in the world, but they're also hybrids. Eva is a hybrid witch, and Maverick is a hybrid warlock. I had a witch place a spell on them so they couldn't use their magic. With Sienna's help, they could ruin us." His mouth falls open, making me feel like punching him in it. Before he can say anything, we get a mindlink.

VOID There was something electric about getting new emails on the Black Net because it meant there was someone to kill. It was one of the few things that made me genuinely happy. But today? Today wasn't just electric. It was fucking divine. Eric walked in with the laptop and I could already tell from the twitch in his brow that whatever he was bringing me was going to make my day. It did. 'Hi. My name is Zerali. There's a man that's been stalking me for some time now, and due to how dangerous he is, I think he might be someone from The Underworld.

Eliza nods and fights back the tears, “She was.” She pockets the picture again, “But this Voodoo-Witch might know her, and if he does then I know he’s the one.” Molly nods, and then the door opens again. She turns to see Abimelech and a tall thin black man. He has a long face, a well-trimmed bushy beard, wide full lips and a long Nubian nose. His eyes are dark-brown and almost black and the glow that Witch’s eyes have looks odd with his eyes as dark as they are.

“Go public. Blow the whistle to the elders, the whole damn supernatural world. Your father couldn’t have that. So he sent his man that night. Quick. Clean. Or so he thought. But I was there, visiting my sister, hiding in the shadows when it went down. I recorded it all on my phone. Every shot. Every plea. Every confession he whispered to make sure the job was done.” Her eyes gleamed in the dim light. “That tape isn’t just evidence of murder, Sage. It’s the key to his empire crumbling. And now… it’s mine to burn. Or yours to take. But ask yourself—do you really want Eve knowing her parents died because your father was a crook? That you’re the son of the monster who stole her world?” I stared

I had heard of his stories numerous times, but I had never been opportune to see what he looks like in person, not until this very moment. This was the saying of Elder Malachi: if you ever thought for a single second that Eldric Thorne was a deceiver, a conniving serpent that moved in human flesh, then you haven't met a man like Malachi who was a physical representation of the seven deadly sins in human form. This man was just a step away from taking that title of evil from the devil himself.

Then I pulled back. “Ready to talk?” She was sobbing now, her whole body shaking. “Okay! Okay, I’ll tell you! Just—just stop, please!” “Name,” I said flatly. “Tulcero,” she gasped. “It’s… it’s a gang. They control the drug trade in Ridgeway Oaks. They put out the contract on you.” Tulcero. I knew the name. A mid-level operation, mostly human, with ties to some nasty criminal networks. But why target a wolf?