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Bloody and dismembered dead bodies of strange creatures littered every part of the ground around Kendrick. There was black blood splattered on the trees and grass. Kendrick leaned against a tree, breathing hard. His clothes were tattered and he had shifted back involuntarily after the fierce fight with the kanimas. His whole body was soaked with the black blood of the creatures and his eyes remained bloodred. Unable to hold himself anymore, he fell down hard on the ground, his vision grey around the red haze edges. On his back, there where three large ugly and bloody gashes. They were claw marks. The rest wounds on his body were already healed but the long gashes on his back remained opened,

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

Its been a while since i was in battle ,although i do care about master juju's prophecy ,but what can i do ,i cant just sit around and let any bastard tower over her let alone an alpha at that ,i really cant wait to see the look on his face when he sees me . I approach the blood moon pack and its a quite beautiful pack i ain't gonna lie ,its such a shame I'll just have to burn it all down . I mind link scar to dive down landing with a breathe of fire as we burn down the gates with a grand entrance ,i grab one of the warrior by the neck as i lift his legs off the ground .

Once dressed I stood and waited for the teleport from Angel, a witch who was kind of like our dispatch person. Alpha Gunner led the Blood Claw pack and they often cut off the bloody stumps of their enemies and kept them as trophies. Seriously nasty business. The Shadows had been after him for quite some time but he covered his tracks well, often burning villages or finding other ways to make it seem like it wasn’t him.

"Those animals were kind to us because of your command. That helped us gather experimental data and maintain the Potters' position in research and business." I sucked in a cold breath and spoke through the pain, "Aunt Wendy is gone now, and the wolf pack has been harmed. I'm not staying here anymore." "It's all my fault, May. The Potters can't be destroyed by Noah's hands! I'll expel Noah and forbid anyone from helping him. Please stay, alright?" I spat out blood and touched the bone flute on my neck calmly. "Ava made a bone flute with my wolf mom's blood and bones. Go beg her instead. After all, Noah said she's a hundred times better than me."

Something worse. He nodded at my hoodie. “You’re leaking crimson, gatita (kitten).” I glanced down. A red stain bloomed where Freddy had clawed my ribs. “It’s nothing.” “Nothing’s still something.” He handed me a bandana—black, smelling of motor oil. “Wrap it.” “Why? You collecting favors?” He paused, voice like gravel, “Favors rot. Bloodstains don’t.” I snort out, “Poetic. You moonlight as a funeral director?”

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”

I took the raw, chaotic energy of Silas’s shadows, the grief of the Stitched world, and the viral fire of the Red Blood, and I jammed them into the Founder’s "Perfect" Archive.

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

As long as I'm breathing, you'll spend every single day making up for what you did to your brother! I wanted to shake my head and tell her I truly could not move, but my throat would not form the words. Then, a small figure rushed into the room. My brother, Liam Lloyd, clutched a Transformer in his hands. When he saw the blood on the floor, he froze. "Layla..." His first instinct was to come help me up. For just a second, my heart lifted. At least the brother I had protected with my life still cared about me. "What do you think you're doing?" Mom yanked him back hard. "Get away from her! She's poison, and I won't have her dragging you down too!"