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He whips around to attack me again, but I just kick the knife out of his hand, shoving him as hard as I can on the chest until he flies to the opposite side of the wall. The concrete cracks as he falls over. And before he can get up again, I lunge towards him, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him over and over on the concrete until I can see blood splattering against the wall. He tries to scratch me, but I grab his other arm, snapping it off his body as though he's made of wood. More blood spurts out of the stump that used to be his arm. Only his blood is not red. It's black, like the Rogues' blood.

He clawed at the scroll, tearing it to shreds, like destroying the paper would undo the truth. "Why impossible?" I watched him drown. Then I crushed the last bubble of hope he had left. "You locked your own daughter in a hospital bed to save another man's bastard. You forced me to sign a Blood Pact that would've killed her." "Liam Blackwood. You're really something." "AAAAHHHH!" The scream that tore out of him wasn't human anymore. It was raw, animal— soaked in regret and madness. His body began to convulse. Bones cracked. Snapped. Reformed.

“Or was it preparation… for sacrifice?” The sea of blood erupted around them. Thousands of hands rose from the depths, reaching to drag her down. “No! I don’t believe you!” Evelyn screamed, her eyes blazing crimson. Dark blood energy exploded from her body, shattering the spectral hands and sending waves crashing across the blood sea. She raised her arm and shouted, “If fate wants me dead, then I’ll rewrite fate with my own blood!” The Blood King was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Good. Show me how far you’ll go to defy destiny… Heart of Blood.”

My scarlet gaze fixed on the hypocritical bastard, the blood from his fingers still not dry. Rae didn't answer me, but my bones began to rattle, my joints began to extend outward, and as I let out a roar of rage, I quickly lunged at the bastard! My fangs sank sharply into his arm and the taste of blood spread through my mouth. The taste of blood turned us on. "Bitch... HOW DARE YOU?" Rage spilled from my father's mouth. "Ow-" He SHIFTED into a huge black wolf and threw me out with force.

I couldn’t watch Lorene…Red…suffer and now Dagger knows my weakness. The bottom line is I’ll be dead tomorrow. If I’d had a gun a few minutes ago, I’d have shot Dagger and Skull both and then taken out as many Desert Crows as I could before they took me down. That’s what the anger does. When it takes over and rage fills me, I need blood.

His lips quivered as he tried to speak, but he couldn't even form a coherent sentence. The system chimed. "Uncle Garrett is experiencing absolute terror, a mental breakdown, and failed bladder control. +1,000 rage points! "Rage levels are through the roof as the horde can see the feast but can't taste it! Zombie rage converted to +2,000 universal rage points! "You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!"

The Bloodletter hit me at a full run from the right, claws extended, going for my throat. I had nothing elegant left. My smoke form was depleted. My ribs made anything involving rotation a negotiation. My magic reserves were somewhere below the line I'd drawn as functional minimum. What I had was claws. And stubbornness. And twenty-six days of rage I hadn't had a clean outlet for. We hit the ground together. I let us—controlled it rather than fought it, used the momentum instead of absorbing it, came up on top with a knee in its chest and my claws at its throat and my entire weight keeping it from rolling.

' His words awoke something powerful inside of me that couldn't be suppressed. Like molten lava, my blood boiled and my mouth was forced open. A voice I didn't recognise made its way past my lips. 'I could kill you now for calling my blood stupid.' My arms stretched unwillingly, and I could only watch as Ryker clutched his throat in pain. 'But since your death will trigger her own, I will spare you. '

The doors finally open and we are met with an army of rogues, you can tell just how bloodthirsty they are, but they're no match for us, there's a reason why Blood Moon Pack sits at the top. “Attack!!!” I shout and both sides run into each other, some people shifting, other's choosing to just tap into their abilities like me. I bring out my fangs and claws and I tear through anyone that stands in my way, ripping out their hearts or tearing out their throats and my favorite, ripping off their heads from their body. By the time I make it into the warehouse, I've left a trail of dead bodies behind me and I'm covered in blood. I look behind me and the fight is still going on but I trust my men to

My rage ignites. You want us dead? Come and try. The juice roars through me. Layla takes over. I shift mid-sprint and tear into the nearest soldier. Bone cracks. Screams. A click. Layla pounces to avoid the blast, then grabs a human by the shoulder, looks into his eyes— And breaks him. He turns. Shoots one of his own. We turn him. We keep moving, trailing chaos. Drake slices throats and dodges bullets. I leap, rip, and snarl, blood soaking my fur.