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Two ropes dropped from it and I ejected the mag of my Beretta and inserted and slammed my last magazine into the gun. Smith's Walkie talkie buzzed and he picked it immediately as a familiar voice came live out of the walkie. "It's Dave" he announced pointing at the chopper. "Y'all get your sorry asses up here" the voice said again and I saw Austin raise his head up with a smile on his face. I smiled back but my smile soon fade away as an infected sank it's teeth on his left shoulder. "Austin!!!" I screamed in horror as I got up to save him from the infected but Lorenzo already dived at it and after two successful shots, the infected stopped moving and Lorenzo got up smiling.

Instead, I see my eldest brother standing by the stone hearth, a silver chalice of spring water in his hand. Ulrich Andersen does not need an introduction. He carries the air of command like it is stitched into his wolf hide. Broad-shouldered, perfectly groomed, with dark eyes that see too much and a deadly calm that hides a ruthless Alpha mind. Where Egon looks like brute force and Mads wears the arrogance of youth, Ulrich has always embodied control. Tonight, his fur cloak is draped neatly on a carved chair, his sleeves rolled up, his posture unyielding even in relaxation. I stop in the arched doorway. "What the hell are you doing in my quarters?"