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Dominic's eyes narrowed, but he nodded, gesturing for Sierra to speak. Isla said “Go ahead Sierra tell my brothers what you told me, tell them about the Asian guard” Sierra hesitated, her gaze darting between Dominic and Luca. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, "The guard who killed Pedro Gonzalo... his name is Jomari. I... I know him." The room grew quiet, with the tension becoming noticeable. Dominic's expression turned grim, and he leaned in, speaking in a low and menacing tone. "What did you just say?" he inquired, his words filled with barely restrained anger.

He arrived just ten minutes before the deadline stopped. He looked around and noticed there were tons of people inside the stadium. A man in black was guarding the entrance door, and he drew near to him with caution and his away CHAOS I underneath his coat. “What is this place?” “Oh, Anubis is here.” The man in black uttered in his walkie-talkie, and soon he was ushered inside. “What is this place?” He asked one last time with a clear annoyance in his voice. “You’re fighting tonight, aren’t you?”

“So he doesn’t know we’re coming?” Gray shakes his head. “No.” “Do you really think that’s the smartest idea?” Ice asks. “He’s not going to know who we are or that we’re purebloods. How do you know he’s not going to kill us as soon as we step foot on his territory?” “Because he has wolves guarding the borders,” Bo answers. “And because you’ll be escorted there by a friend of mine who knows him. I set everything up, he may already know you are coming, but we don’t know for sure.”

The palace, guarded by protocols and vigilant sentinels, succumbed to the insidious influence, rendering even the most fortified corners vulnerable to intrusion. It was a surreal captivity, one where Alpha Zephyr's unconscious state was the canvas upon which the sinister group painted their malevolence. Guards, once vigilant protectors, stood frozen in their duty as the sinister orchestrators weaved their sinister plans. The very heart of Blackmoon, the palace that echoed with the whispers of cosmic secrets, became a stage for a dark drama scripted by unseen hands.

Three of the others leaned in conspiratorially, eyes alight with interest and devious intent. Blake exhaled a stream of grey smoke. "Need to sedate him first. Make it look like an accident. Easy enough." Clouds were beading on the horizon, just a ghost of what could become a storm. Perhaps it was imaginary, but ominous no less. It was all about the signs, the dark omens the captain kept ignoring. The things that had been haunting the Black Hind's path had gone on far longer than anyone else liked to think about. Blake chuckled. His caustic amusement grated on the air, weighing like chains on the deck as he turned away. One more made seven, a veritable crew all by itself. Some even brewing wi

He knew that Ivanna went down, and that she did not get back up, and that the quality of the night changed in the specific absolute way it changed when something that had been alive stopped being alive. The gunfire tapered. Then stopped. Leonard's men were securing the last of Ivanna's people, and the eastern treeline had gone quiet, and somewhere in the house lights were coming on, staff waking to a night that had broken open around them, and none of it mattered to Daveson nearly as much as the fact that Leonard had turned from where Ivanna's body lay and was crossing back to him with an expression that had finally, completely, run out of composure to hide behind.

A guard burst through the doors. “Boss!” “What is it?” “West gate security is down!” Ivan frowned. “That’s impossible.” The guard shook his head. “Three vehicles forced through the barrier.” Daniil turned toward the security monitors. The screens flickered. Static filled them. Then every monitor went black. A single image appeared. A crown. Burned into the screen. Maximo’s voice filled the speakers. “You should have chased me.” My stomach dropped. Because the camera feed switched. The nursery appeared on the screen.

Return fire from Chen's guards. Novalee scrambled out of bed, pulling on jeans and a shirt. James did the same, his face pale but determined. Greysen stumbled out of the other bedroom, half-dressed. "What's happening?" "Blackwing." Mateo was on his radio. "Rodriguez, status!" Static. Then: "—multiple vehicles—at least twenty hostiles—we can't hold—" The radio cut to screams and gunfire. "Fuck." Mateo grabbed Novalee's arm. "Basement. There's a tunnel that leads to the barn. You run, you don't stop, you—"

She’d become very good at invisible. The vehicle arrived at midday. A black SUV, tinted windows, pack insignia on the door. Two guards flanked the entrance to the lodge. Nyx walked toward them and one reached out automatically to steady her on the step—old reflex, meaningless—and his hand closed around her arm. The curse activated.