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The brothers veered off to the left, hugging the tree line, trying to sneak about the mass army of creatures to rejoin their own military. The rest exited the cavern and turned to their right to see Drust reclined back on a ruined old tree. In the sunlight, they could all perceive the points of nails protruding out through his wrists that were wrapped about gnarled branches . . . his feet nailed together on the roots . . . his apprentice nearby, eyes closed, facing the coming war. “What craziness is that?” Quintus eyed Porcius and August. “Forget these freaks. Let us follow the twins.”

He took one limping step backward. Then another. When he looked once more— She was already gone. He turned again and ran… The nearer he came, the thicker the smoke grew. By the time the pack walls rose before him, Nightwing looked like a place after plague. The buildings were burning down… bodies littered the road. Some in Nightwing colors, some in Death Valley. The anger surged through him now…. He entered like wrath. The first invader never saw him. Damien tore his throat open while running.

Her shift ended promptly at eleven o'clock; she was strictly permitted to work only four hours a night to balance her demanding training schedule. With the arrival of the graveyard shift bartender, Seven clocked out. She hurried to the employee locker room, shedding her damp uniform and pulling on a comfortable, oversized black hoodie and worn jeans. Instead of leaving through the glamorous front entrance, she opted for the rear exit—a heavy metal door that opened into a dark, labyrinthine alleyway behind the commercial strip. It was an operational habit she had formed over the years; she preferred the shadows over the bright, exposed lights of the main street.

The penthouse was quieter than usual on Night Eighteen. Rain had eased to a soft drizzle, leaving the city lights sharp and glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Kai lay sprawled on his stomach across the massive bed, naked and sated after their first round a slow, deep fuck against the glass where Damien had taken him from behind while they both watched the city below. The phoenix tattoo on his back gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat, fresh red marks blooming where Damien’s fingers and mouth had claimed him.

Afterwards I decide to go back upstairs and rest for the remainder of the evening. Night falls, and with it a thunderstorm stirs up. Lightening cracks and for some reason outside of my bedroom, I swear I see sinister red eyes peering in at me. Feel like it must be the exhaustion of the day. I close the blinds, turn on N*****x. I feel dread again as a precaution. I make sure the house is locked up with the deadbolts he installed. I also lock my room to make sure I am extra safe. I snuggle up with a blanket and put on the TV. I change my mind about N*****x and put on “Discovery of Witches” on A****n Prime. Wishing I could find a man like Matthew.

The twin warriors, Nick and Rick will be the bodyguards for Adonis and Ares. They were trying to figure out who would best be suited to protect Lennox, they decided on a powerful she-wolf, she was a hybrid, lycan and vampire. Sarah will be a great bodyguard. While the brothers were talking, Selene and Nahla were getting ready for the date night they planned. She had Mariana set up a romantic dinner at a cabin the girls found last week. The cabin was near one of the ponds on the edge of pack lands. Mariana fixed the place up with a renewal spell. It looked good as new. The cabin was a small two bedroom one bath, rustic house. It was perfect, they couldn't wait to get their mates to themselves

The night wind touched my hot face. Suddenly my phone lit up on the bed. I went back inside and opened the new message. It was from an unknown number. A video started playing. It showed Chloe tied up again. This time Mr Havisham stood in front of her with a knife in his hand. He looked straight at the camera. “Maya. Tomorrow night at the warehouse. Bring Liam and all the evidence. If you are late or try to trick us, I will cut my own daughter first. Then I finish you and your neighbor.”

Night Rider and Night Wing rushed to the core where the blue light was. Chris dispersed his seal once he saw that Night Wing was next to the older man. Night Wing struck the man without giving him a chance to say anything and swung his over his shoulder as he rushed back. Night Blade was already in position, ready to be pulled up as soon as the older man was buckled onto him. The trio had a tacit understanding and didn’t need instructions to be spelt out.

Gina muttered, her eyes darting toward the window. Through the neon-green smoke, she could see the lower valley. The Nightfang vanguard was being systematically surrounded by a secondary force of hunters—men dressed in heavy, silver-plated armor who had been hidden within the lower volcanic tunnels, waiting for the main vanguard to commit to the gates. It hadn't been a defense; it had been an encirclement.

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."