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A few group of men took off running in different directions as I walked up to Jace. “We are on schedule. Here is your ear piece and a few other fun items.” Jace pushed a bottle of chloroform, a rag and few grenades. “Thanks.” Jace did a double take. I was no longer in control. My wolf forced his way in and there was no stopping him. He needed this and as much as I wanted to be the one to do it, he was the man for the job. Nothing will keep him from getting his mate. “Ready?” Alec asked from behind me.

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

Something terrible was coming to the Lycan Tribe, and we all had to be ready or else it would destroy us all. Because Jace wasn't going to stop until every last single one of his enemies was nothing but ash and dust. And if we even wanted to stand a chance at stopping him, we needed to get ahead to know what he was planning. I had almost vomited when I saw the decapitated body of James. The rest of his family had been informed of their death, and for the first time, when I saw their old, frail mother wailing for her son, it made even more sense to me why I hadn't chosen the little childen.

It was still early, so the office still hadn't sparked to full force. Stephanie reached her office, stepped inside, and went straight to her desk, picking up the television remote. She didn’t say anything as she powered the TV on. The screen lit up, and the first thing it displayed was his face. Blackwood. The moment the man's face appeared, time seemed to stand still for Jace. A wave of cold shivers ran from his head all the way down to his toes. Then it gave way to a blazing heat; it felt as though the ground beneath him had tilted. He stepped forward unconsciously. His eyes narrowed at the screen while his hand found the armrest of a nearby chair, and he gripped it tightly.

Great—camera man for a kidnapping. Christopher asks, “Since when are you out of prison?” They go back and forth, like two dogs gnawing on opposite ends of a bone. Christopher offers a truce. “Let my daughter go. I’ll send a mobile unit to pick you both up—with her safe, and us to have a talk. ” “Don’t fucking smart talk me,” Jace spits, half-laughing. He’s not entirely wrong. This Brotherhood Jace built—hackers, ex-military, medics, mercenaries—dark-blooded men who want to burn the system down. I’m one of them.

“Volkov is going to end this war.” My stomach twisted. “You are working for him.” “I am working to survive,” he replied. He stepped closer. “Ruin cannot win this,” Jace continued. “And when he falls, the club falls with him.” My grip tightened on the gun. “You do not know him,” I said. Jace’s helmet tilted slightly. “I know him better than you do.” That angered me more than the gun pointed at my chest. “I am not afraid of you,” I said.

Xavier wondered if Jace would survive if JP ripped his throat out. Nadia died before he could ask such questions, “John Paul.” Luka called to him. “Leave him,” Jace said weakly but kept his eyes on JP. “He needs this.” He said once again making Luka wonder if he was not afraid of being killed. Jace knew he would wake up anyway, even if JP killed him now, he was immortal and the only way they can kill him is the way he heard Nadia talking about on the phone before he killed her. He also destroyed the potion so; he was safe and JP killing him now would not matter.

he said, nodding toward the living room. Blankets covered the floor, pillows stacked into a fortress. Bowls of popcorn and chips sat waiting, with sodas lined up on the coffee table. Jace was sprawled across the blankets, pretending to be annoyed but clearly excited. “You picked the movie, right?” he asked Wolf, raising an eyebrow. “Because if it’s one of Mom’s sappy ones, I’m out.” Wolf chuckled. “Don’t worry, kid. No romance tonight. Action, comedy, something we can all laugh at together.”

Jace gave a small smile, and nodded his head. "So what's your favorite movie?" Trent asked, sticking a chip in his mouth. Jace bit his lip as he looked off to the side while thinking. "Oh, it's definitely Lord of the rings!" Noah said, nudging Jace. Jace smiled, remembering falling asleep halfway through the second movie last night. "I-I do l-like it." Jace said. The three Omegas and Trent stopped chewing and looked at him, both with sadness and in awe. It was the first time any of them, with the exception of Noah, heard Jace say more than one word.

“Where do you want to take me?” River shrugged casually, though he’d already been thinking about it. “The movies.” Jace blinked again. “The movies? Seriously?” “Yes. You’ll love it.” “You do realize I haven’t sat in a public cinema in years, right?” Jace replied dryly. “Then it’s about time you do,” River said, grabbing his jacket. “Get ready.” ******************* That evening, they went out together. Jace wore a simple gray hoodie pulled over his head to keep a low profile, while River looked effortlessly casual in a black leather jacket. Despite Jace’s grumbling about the crowd, he followed River inside.