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Seraphina asked him, her voice dripping with false sympathy as she looped her arm through his. She glanced at me, her smile sharpening, she was enjoying this. "Poor Aurora here is taking my place tomorrow. She's to be wed to that filthy Moon Reaper. Rumors are that he's as ugly as that painting we threw out yesterday." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Moon Reaper—the ancient enemy, a family of ruthless hunters bred for one purpose: killing werewolves like us. Legends whispered of their silver blades, their empires built on the bones of our kind. They were monsters in human form, trained from birth to hate us, to destroy our souls under the full moon.

Their inner energy surged violently and manifested as two towering waves of murderous intent that immediately engulfed Ashton from both sides, intending to kill him in one stroke. They knew they couldn't afford any delays. This opportunity was their only shot to finish off Ashton. "Y-You must prevail, Lord Reaper!" Eunice exclaimed as her slight frame shuddered uncontrollably from the sheer awe and fear. She felt that if the Grim Reaper succeeded in slaying Victor and Aiden, the two transcendent realm experts, and completely wiped out the Assassin's Guild, his reputation as the Grim Reaper would become a terrifying legend that echoed throughout the entire domain.

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

Pressing her stomach harder, I sniff, holding back to the tears that are ready to pull out in a second. "Please, little girl, one last chance. London," I cry out blocking her nostrils harder and blowing into her mouth. "She's dead, Boss. There is nothing you can do now. If only we were a minute earlier," Reaper says. I don't know when I punch him, but when he spits out, blood is curled in his saliva. I am surprised a tooth didn't fly out as well. "Ouch!" Sinner blurts out beside us. Hitting him with one of my deadly glares, he throws his hands upward and backs away a few steps.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

“I have the time right now. Jade is making lunch. So you better get your ass over here before it’s all gone.” Reaper meets me at the door as soon as I get there. Unlike me, Reaper has a very flashy security system. Don’t get me wrong, my system is state of the art, but it’s a little less intrusive. Whereas Reaper’s system requires you to be scanned and checked like you’re in an airport. “Savage.” Reaper greets me with a smug smile. “Reaper, am I allowed in here, or are we going to stare into each other’s dreamy eyes for the rest of the night?” I mutter sarcastically. Reaper chuckles and waves me in. “Come on in.”