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“It’s not unnatural. The Moon Goddess sends us mates who match our preferences. It’s sick that the temple thinks we should reject who their deity sends us.” “And what about Leo?” Jenny asked the group. Everyone reacted solemnly, turning their eyes downwards. It was as if a chill had swept the room. “Who’s Leo?” I asked. Jack swallowed, furrowing his brows. “He used to be a part of our group, but he died by suicide. He was young—a senior in high school.” Suddenly I remembered there was a Leo who had passed away in our pack a few years back. His obituary had said that it was of natural causes. “He died by suicide?” I asked, my chest tight at the revelation.

If those two are mates, and Sadique confirmed that they are, I have no idea how Vivienne is able to resist the bond. Once again, I’m in the van with Jude and Beta Squad. This time we also have Delta Squad, including Lace, Hellfire, and Steel. It’s a bit crowded, but I feel safer going back into the dead zone, knowing we’ve brought every elite fighter we can with us. While Jude and Hijack hook the teams up with body cams, I make sure we have eyes and ears on all of them. Then I connect the two teams so everyone can hear everything. “Nice job, Sphinx,” Hijack says when he gets back to his console.

"Yes, if you weigh more than 100kg, I'll give you two doses because I only have a few grams here." "Give me two doses anyway, I take so much that I might need another later," the man stretched out his hand and received two pills. "If you're feeling bad at lunchtime, take two more. There's more here," she said, handing him a thermos bottle of water. It was also pink with a cat-shaped lid. "The beginning of psychopathy is coffee without sugar, cold showers, and taking medicine without water," she commented casually. "I like cold showers," Miguel replied with a smile at that comment.

"Batman wouldn't be Batman without The Joker and Superman wouldn't be Superman without Lex Luthor." All fours guys were staring at me as if I'd grown a second head but I continued talking nonetheless. "The bad guys are what makes superheroes, superheroes, so no, I'm not choosing either one. I'm sticking with Thanos and The Joker, though Thanos isn't a villain if you really think about it." "You wound me Alexis," Nick said placing a hand on his chest and feigning hurt, "I don't know who you are." "And you never will." Everyone agreed with him but I just shrugged and continued eating.

Leon shouted at me. I was helpless, too. If I could, I would've chosen to die immediately. The first time I was close to death, the system found me. It refused to let me die. Instead, I was supposed to find hope in living again before I could have a normal death. I lied to the system and told it that I desperately wanted to live, but it saw right through me. That explained how I walked away almost unharmed despite jumping from the tenth floor. I looked up at the two brothers standing together, their bond seemingly unbreakable.

Joker looked at Stella with reddened eyes and asked, "Am I going to die? Will I be sentenced to death?" "Have you ever thought of what the world after death would look like?" Stella asked. Joker fell silent; he was in a trance. Stella smile, "Joker, you've been alone for a long time. Since you didn't say what you wanted to eat, there's nothing I can do." Stella stood up. "I want hamburgers, salad, ham, and turkey," Joker said, looking at Stella. "I will ask someone to send them all to you at night. Just go to sleep in peace. You don't need to be so tense all the time," Stella said as she left.

I said, staring into his fear-streaked face. "I guess that should be Queen Tessa, mother to Alpha Jake of Shadowclaw. Am I right?" I queried. "Ye...Yes," he nodded with fear. "That's good. So, you will ensure they are placed directly at the front, with full access to the body and the rear loading bay.” Mr. Smith’s face paled. “I…I’m sorry, but I think there must be some mis…” Before he could finish, Suarez pulled his coat aside just enough to reveal the black pistol tucked into his waistband.

“I remember. She screamed about how she would tattoo cocks on all the club members’ faces as payback. Then you wiped it off with a cloth, much to my disappointment, and called her a crazy bitch for thinkin' you’d do that to me.” She sighs, the weight of the past pressin' down on her as she places the picture back on the fireplace. Her eyes move to another photo, one that seems to hold a deeper significance. It is a picture from the last time she was here. I remember that day all too well. I was hidin' out, makin' plans to turn myself in, gettin' my affairs in order. I should have known somethin' was up when Joker asked for that picture. His mind is always two steps ahead, and I underestimate

To the right was a boy whose very outline seemed to glitch and tear, his physical form constantly dissolving into dense, black smoke and re-solidifying. "Target acquired," the vibrating behemoth ground out, his voice trembling with a mixture of terror and forced compliance. He locked eyes with Baraka. "Patient Zero. We are ordered to incapacitate and extract. Do not resist." "You don't have to do this," Baraka said, stepping forward, placing himself squarely between the Suicide Squad and the fleeing refugees. The violet sparks ignited across his knuckles, casting harsh purple shadows across the damp bricks. "I can disable the collars. I did it for the last squad. Let me break the leash."