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“You’re safe from other monsters.” My quickened pulse returned. “Other monsters? Are you a monster? Is Em?”

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

I whispered as the sun began to peek over the FUTO horizon, painting the campus in shades of rose and gold. He looked at me, and for the first time in fifty-five chapters, the shadows were gone from his eyes. He leaned in, kissing me with a softness that made the world stand still. It wasn't a kiss of desperation; it was a kiss of peace. "It's over, Elara," he whispered against my lips. "The Monster is dead. Only the man is left."

I let these monsters believe I’m prey. And by the time they notice, it’ll already be over.

They didn't have lower jaws; their faces split open from the throat up, revealing multiple rows of needle-like teeth that dripped with a clear, acidic saliva that hissed as it touched the iron rails. The New Breed monsters didn't target Kaden or the enforcers. They threw themselves into the crowd of fleeing refugees, their long, spider like limbs skewering the older wolves and dragging them into the dark track beds with a terrifying, efficient silence. Elias let out a sharp, breathless gasp from behind Laila, his hands flying to his temples as his silver eyes began to spin with a frantic, erratic light. He told Laila that the frequency was too loud. He said the monsters weren't hunting; they

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Swallowing hard, I slowly walked over and sat down on the chair the driver pulled out for me. I kept my eyes planted on the plate in front of me but I could feel Elijah's eyes on me. The driver walked to the other side and sat opposite from me. "So, how was your night?" The drive casually asked, making me wonder if he was close to Elijah. How could anyone be close to a monster like him? The things I've heard about him... It sent chills running down my spine. "Cane is asking you a question?" Elijah suddenly commented, forcing my eyes towards him.

They spoke softly together, and Adrian occasionally glanced down at her with a patience he rarely showed anyone. Anyone could see they looked like the real couple. But I was supposed to be the real couple. I was Adrian's betrothed, the girl whose engagement had been arranged since childhood. Our first meeting had been when we were both very young, before my mother died. As a child born of vampire and human blood, I was powerful, yet could never fully control that power. My mother never once called me a monster. She would hold me and say gently, "Elena, you just haven't learned to master your gift yet."