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As Jack charged toward her, Quinn remained motionless as she did not want to sully her hands by fighting him. She decided to use her foot instead and struck Jack squarely in the chest, causing him to cough up blood on the spot. Before he could even steady himself, Quinn kicked him again. Jack tumbled to the ground, revealing a backpack full of tools for his nefarious crimes. "Do you really think you can still run away now?" Quinn asked coldly. Jack was stunned. He never expected to run into such a ferocious woman today. She was simply too ruthless! "What do you think you're doing? I haven't done anything wrong. I'll call the police for all the assaults I've suffered! I'll have you arrested!"

Marta had overwhelmingly underestimated the petite little surface human who was consumed with hate and outrage. She didn’t stop at kicking the warrior woman in the jaw hard enough to break it. Ignoring the pain in her foot from doing the deed barefoot, Kendra proceeded to pummel Marta in the gut. Although she made a valiant attempt to fight back, the large, muscular woman was like a clumsy giant trying to fight off the Tasmanian devil. Marta didn’t stand a chance. As Kendra stood over the semi-conscious A****n warrior with her fists clenched and her chest heaving, a low voice came from behind her. “Woah. Now, that was impressive.”

My bones rattled with every hit. Inside me, Rina howled, tearing at my soul, trying to break free. But my poisoned body failed her. Through her kicks, the woman screamed, "Killer! You killed my mate! Die!" She didn’t stop. A kick to my ribs. Another to my stomach. Then her knee crashed into my back, forcing a broken groan out of me. "Slut! Murderer!" Another kick. The world spun. I tried to crawl away, but my limbs wouldn’t listen.

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

She wiped the blood that seeped through the marks, changed the clothes the claw patterns had soaked through, and told stories from when I was little—fairy tales she used to tell me when I was five or six, about the Moon Goddess and a brave little wolf. Sometimes her voice would break mid-sentence. She'd stop, take a few breaths, and keep going. She used her authority as Luna to mobilize every resource available. She ordered the Healer to increase dosages, sent the Beta to find rare herbs, dispatched messengers to other packs seeking second opinions. She had to keep doing something. Because stopping meant falling apart. I slept most of the time.

He lunged. Jonah’s response wasn’t elegant; it was necessary. He stepped forward, closed the distance, and his body met Barry’s like a door catching a battering ram. Barry staggered back, eyes widen with the shock of being opposed. For the first time in a long time, he’d found someone who refused to bow. The world tilted. My knees threatened to give. Instinct took hold—old instincts and new. I stepped in between them, because a woman who once took refuge in silence now had a spine with its own language.

He crashed onto his back, and I rolled over, holding him down with my stick pressed against his throat. "Looks like the princess isn’t so helpless anymore," I said, breathing hard. Kieran chuckled. "Cheap move, but I respect it." I stood and offered him my hand, but he slapped it away and got up on his own. "Again," he said. I groaned. "You trying to kill me?" "No," he grinned. "Just trying to make sure you don’t get killed out there." The goddess clapped her hands. "That’s enough. Seraphina, you’re improving fast, but you still pause. Hesitation is what gets heroes killed."

At that moment, Caleb suddenly spoke anxiously, 'Mommy, here's your chance! 'What?' 'I just hacked into Dadd'y computer. I found the bombshell!' 'What is it?' 'A medical report. It's about Kayla.' Caleb sounded excited. 'She has congenital heart disease. She can't have children at all. Not only that, but she also only has about one year left.' My eyes went wide. 'So Sean knew all along?' 'Yes. He doesn't love Kayla. He pities her. He's just fulfilling her final wish.'

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.