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I looked up to the brown pair of eyes, Grey was staring intensely at my face with his a darkened face. “Who the fuck let you cry!?” he stomped past me and dragged me grabbing my right hand. I followed him wordlessly, tears slipping down my cheek. He lets me sit on the couch, taking a seat across from me. “What's wrong?” his kind voice ask me, I shook my head not daring to see those eyes. “Scarlet! Is it Liam!?” “Noooo, bits that book” I point towards the book that sits at the table. Grey confusedly stare at the book probably thinking why a book can make me sob like a baby.

Instead he cupped my face with his hands,his thumbs tracing over my cheeks. "Don't f****** touch me." I used my force to push him away. "I'm sorry you've been left here, I had a complication with my leg and was being taken to the hospital,I just got back." "Do you think I f****** care about your leg, let me go." I started feeling dizzy, my eyesight going blurry,before I could stedy myself I was falling unconscious in his arms.

“Let the real game begin.” Meanwhile the girls were in a word of their own. “So tell me.” Sharon turned to Annabelle , an excited gleam in her eyes. “ How far have you and Daniel gone?" “Well, we haven’t discovered anything new.” Annabelle replied completely missing the point. “ We’ve only seen origins of werewolves, their weakness and….” She paused as she saw the bored look on Sharon and Tomiwa’s faces. “What?” She asked. “That’s not what she meant.” Tomiwa frowned, pulling Annabelle’s nose.

I ran my fingertips across the raised gold lettering and brown leather of the ancient book. At that moment, I realized this was my only connection to my people, the Arctic wolves. Looking at the Grimoire, I wondered if any other Arctic wolves from my pack had survived. After we stopped Nightshade, I intended to find out. But that was for a later time. If anyone did survive, then he or she could find me. But right now, we had to stop Nightshade. "Thanks, Bailey," I said, sighing in relief. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get it?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

Grey said his voice faltering, "I hated it! I hated the idea of you happy bring happy with him again but when I came to pick you up, it was also the same day that I got the news that I can't be cured anymore. That my life already is nearing to an end, and no matter how selfish I was, I didn't have the courage to see you plunge into misery with me," Grey stopped walking, they were now in the quadrangle, the night sky entering their line of sight, and the sound of the crickets getting louder and louder, accompanied by the cold breeze of the night.

Shelby had allowed me to put on before taking me to the station. I look completely out of place here. On the back of the bathroom door, I notice a bathrobe and there's a stack of towels and toiletries in the bathroom cupboard. It's not ideal but I could shower and change into the robe for the time being. I hope my belongings are brought to me soon because I'm going to be the laughingstock of the school if I have nothing but a bathrobe and sleepwear in my wardrobe. After a hot shower, I feel a million times better. I wrap myself in the luxury robe and head over to the bookshelves to check out the selection. Jumping into someone else’s crazy world sounds like a great distraction whilst I wait

The raw, shattering recollection of what followed…the way Alpha Varg had dragged me into his private executive restroom, his massive hands tearing my underwear apart as he heavily and deeply fucked my pussy against the marble counter, forcing a moaning scream out of my parched throat. And now, Gray’s sudden, hyper-focused suspicion was becoming a literal chisel pressing directly into the side of my neck. I sat up on the edge of the mattress, my hands clenching into the sheets as I wiped my flushed face, the thoughts continuing to press down into my chest with an unbearable velocity. I was drowning in the sheer mass of the variables I was juggling. Gray wasn't just a toxic ghost from my past

Grey’s POV New York again. I was back in this darn city again. Just me, back in my office at 2 a.m, surrounded by over twenty years old case files like they're gonna suddenly rearrange themselves into something that actually makes sense. They never do. I've read this shit so many times I could recite it in my sleep. Autopsy report. Witness statements. Photographs I wish to god I could unsee. And every single time, it comes back wrong. Not sad wrong. Not tragic accident wrong. Just… wrong, like someone handed me a puzzle with pieces from three different boxes and told me to shut up and be grateful it looks like a picture.

The creature’s breathing was shallow, its body trembling with pain. Her fingers brushed against its fur, and she was taken aback by the spark of recognition. Her wrist-mark flared to life under her sleeve, a sharp, searing heat running down her arm. The wolf’s body twitched in response. She looked down at her own hand, the mark glowing faintly. **No.** It was impossible. The mark of the Greykin. It had not burned this fiercely in years. The wolf’s chest rose and fell in strained breaths, and Lia’s mind raced. She couldn’t leave him here. Not like this.

We started the conversation with general inquires and reports. Then it goes to the main topics. "So here's the thing. One of my workers betrayed me, he turns out to be a spy working for someone. I could get him to spill out the names but it's either Grey Howl or Lost Eden. He didn't have the Grey Howl's gang tattoo so it's likely to be from Lost Eden. That's actually not the big problem, the big problem is the money that they took. It was 731,413,110,000 billion and not only that, we found a safe with the code exactly 731.413.110.000 as if it was a barcode. I tried to enter it as it was some sort of IP address. I tried to track it but it leads me onto some random dark web that changes every