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she flashed a seductive smile at David and took a gentle sip from the wine glass on the table. She returned the glass to the table gracefully and flashed me a mischievous smile. "It was Lotte Corps, Yes. But it also wasn't the one that handled FireBound and Death Games, the top movies on N*****x." I retorted and glanced back at David. His eyes were glancing back and forth at the both of us. We were already messing with his head, probably. But who would it be? I couldn't afford to lose to this woman.

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

"What happened earlier was my fault. I shouldn't have tried to make you give away the detonator—I almost got everyone killed. I was just… too soft-hearted. Don't be mad at me, okay?" As she spoke, she bent down and extended the cup toward me. The angle was carefully chosen—dangerously so. One tiny jolt, and the water would pour straight onto the exposed circuitry. I kept my expression neutral, pretending to focus on the wiring in my hands. "No, thanks—I'm not thirsty." "Just one sip," she pressed gently. "I made it especially for you. If you don't drink it, I'll feel awful—ah!" The jolt came right on cue, and water arced forward, splashing straight toward the communicator.

"Oh, you're up, Mom. We've got someone who needs a blood transfusion, and lucky for her, your blood type matches. Why don't you help her out? She's so young and helpless. "And by the way, stop coddling Zoe so much. She's lacking the compassion and softness someone her age should have. She's like a ticking time bomb. And don't worry, this procedure's no big deal. You're not the type to just stand by and let someone die, right?" What a "perfect" son Dad was. Grandma was so mad, her breathing got shallow and her heart rate spiked on the monitor. I quickly tried to help her calm down.

Then I rose to sit and freed the blade, watching the thick stream of blood flow from his chest. "See?" I smirked, rising to my feet. "I told you I will kill you." His eyes met mine. I enjoyed watching the life slowly leaving his body, but unlike him, I wasn't a monster—not entirely at least. Shifting the grip on the blade, I swung it across his throat, sinking it hard and deep. The dagger moved through his spine like butter, easily separating his head from the rest of him. His surprised look remained, even when the dead void devoured the fire in his eyes.

My knees feel weak, as I stare at the body in front of me. Spencer Duncan is dead. And I’m the one who killed him. I consider calling an ambulance, but what good would that be? He’s already dead! Before I know it, tears are streaming down my eyes. Just then, a twig snaps. I jump, looking around me, my breath caught midway through a sob. There’s no one. And then, right at the edge of my hearing, I hear it. A growl. Goose bumps break out across the back of my neck. A wild animal, maybe? I stand there, frozen, sudden terror replacing the wave of guilt.

" I move away standing on my feets as I feel Laura's body as cold as ice now, I drag her up on all her weight as I throw her on my back giving her a piggy back ride, Her dead body which surprisingly had not turned stiff and hard yet seems to be alive however her heartbeat is missing and her pulse intact once again, everything makes me want to go crazy as the fact that I had killed my mate, I pull up her whole weight as I take slow and cautious steps towards the door away from the pool of blood,

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

The iron gates beneath the platform groaned open, the sound echoing across the arena like a warning. Every student instinctively stepped back, yet not a single instructor moved. Instead of wolves, six creatures emerge—sleek, shadow-like beasts with glowing amber eyes and long antlers twisted like branches. They don't attack. They circle the arena, sniffing the air as though searching for something. One Beta whispers, "Night Stalkers..." Another mutters, "Why are they using them on freshers?"

The older woman looked up at me with trembling lips, her face wet with tears as she began begging and pleading for her miserable life. But honestly, who cares about her prayers? I felt a sudden, dark urge to kill washing over my veins anyway, and her pathetic whining only made my blood boil more. Lifting my leg, I delivered a brutal, crushing kick, marching her head straight into the hard wall with all the supernatural strength in my muscles.