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Harold reported. “Drugs that can kill their own buyers. They are planning to wipe out all of the werewolves,” Adam commented. “Is that mean that they are not after the profit because the buyers will die?” “The drugs varies,” Chandler said as he crossed his legs. “It seems they are putting making different types of drugs using the Konki flower.” ‘Because I didn’t get addicted into it. The drug which was given to me has another side effect,’ Chandler thought. “That might be true!” Harold agreed. “I sneaked out some files from the detective in charge of the suicide case of the dead rogue.”

- You see, now that you are calmer I want to inform you of where you have been. His previously lit face had darkened. My hairs stood on end. What he was about to tell me was not good. The Hunter in front of him was not the same one who was singing country in the shower. He was the one hired by the mafia to shoot and murder indiscriminately. That was the Hunter I feared and had him by my side. I looked down at my shaking hands. My hands never shook. Bad augury.

Another brutal crime scene. The killer struck only on full moons, leaving behind the victims so deformed that even the most seasoned officers had to turn away, their faces pale and drawn. Five bodies in six months, all torn apart like they had been mauled by a wild animal. No fingerprints. No murder weapon. No witnesses. And now, the case was hers. Evelyn exhaled sharply, steeling herself before walking back inside. The precinct smelled of stale coffee and sweat, the air thick with frustration and fear. She could feel it in her bones—the weight of the city’s dread pressing down on her.

News of the explosion traveled fast. By morning, it was everywhere. The news channels called it a "terrorist attack." The Inquisition called it a "gas leak." But the underworld knew the truth. Someone had hit Kaelen. Hard. And they had walked away. In the Haven, the mood was electric. The wolves weren't scared anymore. They were excited. For years, they had hidden behind their walls. Now, they had struck back. And they knew who was responsible.

That was the only way to beat a ghost who thrived on annihilation. I had something release in my chest, not relief, but hunger that levelled out the adrenaline. This was what I was made for. This was where I was lethal. The thought didn't make me any less tender with Fiorella; if anything it sliced closer to the need to keep her away from the impending storm. Killan put the safe phone away into his pocket and turned face-up. "We'll seed probes into the dark web too. He negotiates with handlers. He wants to be noticed. We provide him with a witness."

I thought he hated me, so I returned the feeling, but that moment hadn’t felt like hate at all. I crumbled up the note in my hand and threw it against the wall with purpose. That memory served me no good now. Why would he be sending me flowers after the behavior he displayed earlier this evening? There would be no asking for forgiveness at this point. It was too late. I wished to kill him. I did love a beautiful black rose, though. Who could have told him that, I wondered? Thalan was the first vampire that came to mind. The spineless weasel.

"Someone with intimate knowledge of our succession laws hired this assassin. Only the Court can properly investigate such treachery." Rick moved to untie Kayla's bonds, his hands gentle despite the tension in the room. "And while you're investigating, more kids die. That's not acceptable." As the gag came free, Kayla gasped, "They're coming for the others, too. Not just the Sparrow, something worse. The man who hired them." Her voice was hoarse but urgent. "He was here an hour ago. Tall, pale, with winter in his eyes." "Unseelie," Nathaniel breathed, understanding dawning. "The Sparrow's client is Unseelie Court."

“There are five of them.” “I think not,” Kyla answered with a seriousness Lillia had never seen in her before. “Right now, based on Lillia’s statement," The killer is after Luna's position. Such a motive can only come from the highborn ladies. There is also a shaman involved, according to Maera. But it is unclear if they are the actual perpetrators or someone from their family who stand to gain more with their relative attaining that position.” She paused briefly and scooped dried candy-like coloured sweet into her palm and knelt close to the parchments.

We’re silent as Moon leads me back to the house. He grabs two of my pills from a kitchen cabinet and watches me take them. I’m too overwhelmed and don’t argue because my head is pounding. He leaves me alone in his room so he can attend his conference call. I curl up in his bed, inhaling his scent and wondering how this went so fucking wrong. It was Moon’s actions and not mine that killed Penny. Moon’s fucking games. Manuel Estephon is thought to be the number one killer on American soil and directly tied to the Mexican drug cartels. If Moon is to be believed, and I don’t know what to believe anymore, Kennedy is tied to Estephon.

“Oh yes, I almost forgot!” Flora was not astonished by the attitude of the two men. This is the third shock they are getting, it is normal for their actions to become a bit inaccurate. She couldn’t tire her mind by thinking more about their attitude for she was confused: Why would the killer use poison once, and then push someone out of the window another time? Those are two different styles. As she lived for too long among criminals and the mafia, Flora developed a sort of intuition for criminal behavior. Flora helped Mielle to get from the floor and checked on her then she asked M. Bouc to allow Mielle to change her compartment.