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The hydra turned its attention to us. When it focused on Meredith, Hakeem jumped in front of her, slashing at its open maw. But the beast’s saliva hit him, burning through his shirt and skin like acid. Hakeem’s scream of agony and Meredith’s cry of his name will haunt my nightmares. “Tesoro!” I screamed. With strength I didn’t know I had, I yanked the half-severed head from the hydra’s neck and hurled it aside. I leapt from the beast’s body to scoop Hakeem up.

Suddenly, they hear breaking glass and yelling. They could hear the wolf growling above them. The sound of a sword ringing through the air followed by yelps filled their little hiding place until finally there was silence. They heard footsteps coming towards the hatch door and voices. Rainn hugged Liam tighter as the sound of boots got closer and closer to the hatch. It springs open and standing there is a huge man with glowing eyes.

I had heard about the forest that covered a city. It wasn’t a place that most would venture to. Especially shifters. Even though the Lycan wars were over a quarter of a century before, shifters swore they could still hear the sounds of humans dying and smell the rot of their carcasses. Nyctimus folds out the pages of the book to reveal a map. “Here is where the tree lies. But know this, to retrieve the dagger you will face a challenge or two. Only he who is justified and true can wield this dagger.”

The first to break down was Hatch. He was the only one among the dozens of people who had survived it. It was not because he was powerful but because Chase had specifically kept him alive. He wanted information from Hatch. Chase knew that Hatch must know quite a lot as he had been lying in wait outside the Jameson residence for a long time. Hatch looked like he had seen a ghost as he stared at Chase in disbelief. The young man in front of him was telling the truth. Hatch had seen with his own eyes how that strange power surged from the young man and instantly killed dozens of Hatch's men right in front of him.

Hatchet, the prez of the Princes of Darkness MC and a few of his boys are here too. My cell vibrates and I look at the screen and a thumbs up emoji appears. I shift my gaze to Gianni and wink at him as I pretend to be texting on my phone. When the first explosion goes off. We all stand and look out of the window. My men all look shocked, and I match their expression.

Flecks of it rained down on my exposed skin, and the pain hit hard. It was like molten metal pouring into my flesh. My arm throbbed, and every instinct screamed at me to stop—to retreat, to get away—but I couldn’t. Not now. I couldn’t waste a second. I lunged for the knife as it hit the ground, sliding through the snow and grabbing it. In one swift motion, I drove it into the side of his neck. His eyes widened, blood spilling over his lips as he tried to speak, but no words came. I leaned in, twisting the blade deeper.

"Aren't you worried your brother might go to jail? I haven't given you the settlement agreement." "Taking that many lives is a capital crime. My brother was just a tool. I don't really care whether he lives or dies." Daniel stared at Chloe in disbelief, finally realizing how terrifying she was. I turned off the recorder on my phone. Watching the two of them tear each other apart was almost entertaining.

**This book is the 8th in the Guardian's Next Generation series and 12th in the overall Guardian series. It can be read as a standalone novel, but scenes and historical incidents will be referenced without going into full detail of what happened. It is recommended that you begin the series at the beginning with The Broken Warrior's Daughter.** Reagan “Are you excited about your birthday?” my best friend Meadow asks me.

My boots crunched over brittle twigs, none of them snapping underfoot—because the forest let me pass. That was the thing with cursed places. They always knew their own. I crouched low as the trees opened into a clearing—and I froze. The soil here was scorched, seared black like someone had poured acid over it. Bones jutted from the earth like broken spires. Dozens of them. Maybe more. Most of the larger ones were wolf. Some weren’t. In the center stood a single figure. Vyre. Her back was to me, long cloak trailing behind her like smoke. She was humming.

The time is now. An array of tools hung from hooks on the wall to my right. I scanned the items slowly, a few rakes, a pickaxe, a couple of crowbars, and some axes. My eyes landed on a hatchet, the blade glinting from the dim light on the roof. It's no Sai blade, but it’ll still get the job done. I took the axe from the hook and tossed it up in front of me. The handle spun in a full three-sixty before landing in my hand again. I sucked my teeth and nodded my head with a newfound sense of determination. Clutching the bloodied pole in one hand and the hatchet in the other, I rolled my shoulders back and sauntered out of the shed.