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if she was even alive, but there was too much noise from the war around us for me to hear her heartbeat so far away. Jackson’s familiar wolf raced in from behind Nova, and my hand moved to cover my mouth as Cain pulled his arm back and released the ball of fire. Jackson jumped forward, getting between them. The fireball made impact, and he howled in pain as he was consumed by the flames just as the ground opened up and Nova fell into it.

VICTORIA "Watch out, Nova!" My scream got lost in the Alpha's roar as he lunged at my she-wolf. We were cornered, and it didn't matter how fast we ran. Like it was happening in slow motion, we watched his huge body arch through the air. Jaws open, fangs bared, ready to tear us apart. Nova bared her fangs too. Even with that paralyzing fear, we were ready to fight to the bitter end ... a deadly one.

First blood had been spilled. With a sharp jerk of her head, Nova separated the flesh from the rest of his body. Spitting it out as the sound of his enraged wail sounded through the battlefield. He launched at us again. This time less controlled. More frenzied. Nova was ready, but he still had a size advantage. This time, when we collided, his claws caught Nova’s jaw. Raking across our skin.

The fleshy crowbar pried them open, pushing the rest of the fat, bulbous head inside. In a state of shock and astonishment, I felt my jaw muscles tensing up to accommodate their new, enormous visitor—a head that was as smooth as glass but as soft and spongy as a marshmallow. His member embraced every curve and ridge on my palate as it moved deeper, continuing unabated until the helmet came up against my throat. My eyes widened in astonishment and fear.

Jeremy, who had recently been sitting on the sofa, now with luminous yellow eyes and elongated claws, jumped up from it and exclaimed: - Jack, I'm... - but he didn't have time to finish, because... The leader of the clan with incredible speed, in the blink of an eye, was near his brother, who was taller than Jack himself by almost a whole head and wider in shoulders, and struck him in the jaw with such force that Jer flew off Jack several meters, knocking the door off its hinges into the study, and pressed against the wall of the corridor, where he remained lying with a broken jaw, groaning softly.

He growled and snarled at her, unhappy with being stopped. Izzie's jaw dropped open as she locked gazes with her attacker. The face before her was once she knew so well, but at the same time, she’d never seen before. That familiar mousy brown hair hung down over what she would have expected to be rich brown eyes. Instead, there were two glowing red orbs in its place. That handsome face that she would know anywhere was twisted into a horrifying snarl with two sharp deadly fangs protruding from his mouth that he was desperate to sink into her. Jake.

“NOOOOOOOO! Motherf*cker! You are done taking from us!” Jena comes out of nowhere, claws extended from her hands, slicing at his neck. Again and again and again. She is rabid in her efforts, but he hasn’t released me yet. I still can’t breathe, but I am so proud of her. She is closing this chapter finally. He is trying to hold the wounds on his neck closed, while continuing to hold me down. He’s losing this fight. I know it, he knows it, she knows it.

My breath hitched. It wasn't a baby. It was a doll….a cold, plastic thing with unblinking glass eyes. A cold sweat broke out across my neck. I looked at Dex again; I didn't need to know the whole story to feel the agonizing weight of his reality. If this were Novel... if I had to watch her lose herself like this... I didn't think I'd survive it. “He’s lovely, right?” the woman asked with a wide, vacant grin. “Yes,” Novel whispered, her eyes shining with a sudden, sharp clarity. “And his

A deep breath in, a slow exhale, then a pause before the pain's return. A sudden, sharp pain pierced through my jaw, making me wince. I pressed my hand against my mouth, feeling the relentless push of fangs trying to break free from my gums. Gods, fangs! It was an agony unlike any I had ever known, as if my very essence were being reshaped. My fingers trembled, the bones stretching and cracking as claws forced their way out. Each prick of pain sent shockwaves through my body, a brutal reminder of the transformation happening beneath my skin.

The severed jaw spasmed until Cerebus tore it apart and flung it back into the basin. Two more tentacles struck. Jake slid inside the first—elbow high, knife low—and pinned the mouth against a fallen bollard. Steel went up through the hinge; he tore sideways and cleared the blade. The second swept for ankles; he hopped it by inches as tile exploded behind him. Another mouth snapped at Gabe’s forearm and caught canvas and rain. Brooke fired. The shotgun barked once—short, brutal. The modified load hit the jaw hinge and blew it apart in a wet concussion of teeth and cartilage. Brooke pumped and fired again without hesitation, walking the spread along the limb until it recoiled.