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And wounded animals were the most dangerous of all. The game had entered its most violent phase. Elena had fired the first public shot. Now we waited to see how Victor would strike back.

~DAISY~ After the movie, I kept arguing with Bryan as we drove home. It was to 10pm already but we were raising our voices as if it was morning. I did all I could to avoid Dave after the movie; and fortunately I escaped. "Am so annoyed with Franco. He was suppose to live but go carried away by a girl. How pathetic." I spoke and crossed my hands reminiscing on the film. "Franco was the main character, he was suppose to survive in the jungle game but fell for a stranger and she ended up making him die."

Julian looked up. He smiled. It was a broken, manic smile. "Look at you," Julian marveled. "My masterpiece, I stripped away the mouse and found the wolf." "I said let him go," I repeated, stepping closer. "I can't do that, Elena," Julian said. "The game has to end, he has to die." He cocked the hammer of his gun. Nico lifted his head, his eyes were swollen, one almost shut, he looked at me. "Shoot," Nico rasped.

I had to get the adrenaline. The room was spinning. I saw the bag on the dresser. It looked miles away. "Help," I tried to shout but it came out as a whisper. I collapsed at the foot of the bed. My heart stopped. The darkness rushed in. Is this it? I thought. Is this how the story ends? I closed my eyes. Bang. The door to the suite exploded inward. I heard shouting. Gunfire. The mercenaries were fighting. Then boots on the floor. Heavy boots.

"And now he's safe in Mexico, where the Nazis wouldn't dare enter; I'm sure they think they'll get contaminated if they breathe the same air as someone who's not white-skinned." "Still, Bastian is there," Roland remarked. "On a farm, isolated from practically everything," Will reminded him. "We're getting off the main topic here, gentlemen: the money Mike stole. We know how the Nazis operate; if they don't get paid, they'll take their 'blood payment,' meaning they'll kill Mike, and that useless dead doesn't serve us." How ironic that I once wanted to kill him and now I needed him alive. How things had changed, damn.

Sage looked at me, her hands still pressed to my wound, eyes full of love and fury. “We’re not running anymore,” she said fiercely. “When we land, we end this. For good.” I leaned my forehead against hers, breathing through the pain. “Yes, little bird. We end it.” The helicopter raced through the night sky. Below us, the safe house burned like a funeral pyre. Vincent was still out there. The final battle was coming. And this time, there would be no escape for either of us.

“Dangerous people inside this structure don’t survive peacefully. They either rise… or disappear.” “And which one happened to your father?” The silence after that was immediate and heavy. William closed his eyes briefly, realizing too late how direct the question sounded. But when she finally answered, her voice had gone colder. “He thought he could change the direction too.” That was enough. No details needed. The ending was obvious. “They killed him,” William said quietly. “No,” she replied. “They erased him.” The distinction mattered. Because death created closure. Erasure created fear. “What exactly did he do?” William asked carefully.

“You’ve been playing a dangerous game, Elena. And now it’s over.” Sophia stepped forward, her expression unwavering. “You should have chosen your side, Elena. There’s no room for traitors.” Elena’s defiance crumbled in an instant. She had never expected to lose, never expected to be outplayed by her own blood. But in this world, weakness was punished. And Elena had been weak. The final confrontation ended with the cold, calculated execution of Elena, her body falling to the ground with the same finality as Alessandro’s. Rafael didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate. In his eyes, there was only the cold reality of what had to be done.

“But I don’t have anything else anymore. Thanks to you.” Oh no. The realization hit me instantly. This wasn’t a man trying to win, this wasn’t a man trying to negotiate. This was a man who had already decided there was nothing left after tonight. Which made him infinitely more dangerous. Because people with nothing left didn’t care what happened next. “Aiden.” The gun shifted. Just slightly and I moved. Everything happened at once. Tyler shouted my name while Cooper barked, sharp and frantic. Aiden cursed under his breath as I lunged.

**BOOK 3 - THE END** *Tyler and Mandy's journey through trauma, healing, and building a future together concludes with both of them stronger than when they started. They face Thomas's impending trial with courage, supported by their pack and each other. Their story represents hope—that even the most broken can heal with proper support, professional help, and unwavering love. And sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is stand your ground instead of running.*