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Rough hands shoved me into the stone wall, the impact ripping the air from my lungs. Claws raked across my arm, burning hot. I cried out, my necklace flaring with light as blood welled against her skin. Becca’s laugh was cruel, sharp. “Guess the freak bleeds like the rest of us.” The pain was white-hot, but deeper than that—something inside me stirred, a dangerous swell of power threatening to burst free.My vision blurred. I could hear the pulsing of blood.

I part my lips for him, arching my back and pressing my body against his, giving him the impression that I’m enjoying this and the moment his lower lips slide into my mouth, I clamp my teeth down hard on it and he yells, pulling away and blood spills everywhere. My teeth, my gum and lips are stained with his blood, the metallic taste of his blood hitting my buds like a vampire who just sucked on a prey. Both our white attires are spotted with his blood and his lips are still dripping with blood when everyone turns to face us but I don’t care anymore. “Scarly….” Trevor mutters, the shock in his eyes is palpable. I spit out the little bit of his lip that got caught in my mouth. “Stay the fuck

We also had to catch some Boars. “What do they call it again?” “Addax’s blood?” “And what is that?” Andrea asked Emkay, stealing the question right off my lips. “Addax is an autumn animal whose blood is used to stain for stench.” Emkay started to explain. “The Lycans basically pour it on Rogues they don’t trust in case those Rogues are actually spies and need to be hunted down.” “So, they don’t trust us?” Andrea asked again. “Yeah. You all are new here so until they know they can trust that you are for the mission, they’ll keep staining you with Addax blood anytime you want to leave the Hold’s borders. No one likes spies.” Emkay explained and everyone grew quiet with reasoning.

Scars crisscrossed his torso, each one a story of violence I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But it was the tattoo over his heart that drew my attention. Dark ink etched into his skin, forming words I couldn't quite make out. I squinted, trying to decipher the script. "Bound by blood, sealed in blood." The words sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world I had been thrust into.

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

I slammed the wooden stake into his chest. He gasped, his red eyes widening in shock. "Y-you....." His body convulsed, his hands clawing at my arm. Black veins spread across his pale skin as the stake burned through him. "You... bitch!" he choked out. I laughed mercilessly, twisting the stake deeper. "You monsters took everything from me. This is what you deserve." He let out a final agonized scream before his body turned to ash, disintegrating into the wind. I dusted off my hands, adjusting my outfit. "Another one bites the dust." Without another glance, I left the alley, making my way back inside the club.

He couldn't accept that the girl he had abused for ten years was a god walking among dogs. He raised his spear high, pointing the gleaming metal right at my chest. His eyes were wide, manic, and completely devoid of sanity. "Attack her!" he roared, his voice cracking with hysteria. "I don't care what she is! Tear her down! Whoever brings that bitch back alive gets her as a personal slave! Do whatever you want with her!" A sickening chorus of howls answered his repulsive command. The Blood-Trackers were the cruelest warriors of the Crescent Moon Pack, men who thoroughly enjoyed the suffering of others.

But then Madarashi said, “Okay, we agree. I think you are strong both physically and politically. We will be well hidden under you and besides, you can give us the strength we need. So, technically we will be using you. So, are you okay with that, bossman?” “Oh, scar! But I have no complains. By the way the name is Jihad not bossman, got that?” Then we started a new journey with him. We were wondering what he will do with that 3 crore he looted from the mayor and soon we got our result. He took the both of us to a very poor village and there he donated all the money between them and for sake of their well being. I could tell that Madarashi started admiring him from the bottom of his heart.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Mr. Jeffers, I promise you this is real. I've done the research, and what I find most intriguing is Darick 'The Bloodthirsty’, leader of The Brooklyn Blood Brothers, has done some horrible things that’ll surely make the front page,” I explained, trying to keep my voice even. "Such as…?" Mr. Jeffers waved his hand, motioning for me to continue. "Rumor has it that he leaves gruesome bite marks on the neck of his victims," I whispered, hoping the suspense would win Mr. Jeffers over. “Vampiristic marks.”

Behind him, Seraphina Duskryn looked at me with eyes that were trying—and failing—to hide the panic. "Xender," Tristan growled, stepping into my personal space, his scent of musk and desperation hitting me hard. "The pack is in revolt. Garron Stormriven has cut the cord on our funding. We need capital, and you are the only one with the connections to secure it. If you help us now, the Blackmoor pack will guarantee your safety when the council comes for your head." I let out a low, cold laugh. "My head? You two are the ones whose ledgers are being audited by the elders. I have no connections to you, Tristan. And I certainly have no intention of saving a sinking ship."