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He picked up the faint sound of an older man's voice and used his hyper vision to try and observe where it came from. He saw someone. Someone in a cowboy hat with a black mask and a black suit, carrying a red sniper while making his way back to a speedboat at the coast. "Boss is gonna sh*t himself when he hears this..." was the last thing Carlos had heard as the engines started and the boat headed out into the angry ocean. (He left?!) Carlos was still hyperly confused and yet, relieved. "I...have...to get...away from...here!" he strained using his remaining strength but something was off.

Consisting of a quick but loving kiss and a hug. I heard them all start their bikes and I watched on the camera as they all pulled away and left. I just smiled as I finished my drink and started wondering... What the heck was I going to do today!? _________________________________________________________ (for some reason my previous note has been deleted) So, As you can see from the new title, this book is now called ''book one'' in ''The Outlaw Chronicles''. I have planned out a further two books. I can't release the titles yet as it might give away some idea of what is going to happen in the books before it (such as book two can give away what happens in book one and book three can tell yo

"One by one, we will go around the table and will tell what we saw. Tell everything. Leave nothing out. Also, the rest of us will stay silent. Everyone understand?" We all nodded our agreement. "Good," Daphne replied. "Each of us are given the vision that will most affect us." She looked over at Xander. "Xander, you go first, and then well go around the table." He nodded, letting out a deep breath. "I saw a river in the Oasis not far from here. Then a huge white wolf appeared and led me downstream, beckoning me to follow. Kalyssa, it looked like your wolf. Anyway, we came to a warehouse. When I flung the door open, there were cages inside."

I held Elara close, her warmth against my chest a comforting reminder of the bond we shared. As we nestled by the flickering flames of our campfire, a rustling in the underbrush drew my attention. My heart skipped a beat, my senses tingling with a mix of curiosity and caution. And then, emerging from the shadows, was a figure I had never expected to see again—Alpha Lucas, flanked by Beta from the Blood Moon Tribe.

I tell Dante. I see it in his eyes he's ready as ever. “Attack from the front entrance and I’ll circle to the back using the underground bunker.” I ordered. Without a word he nodded, immediately shouting commands into his headset. Then my mind snapped back to Dove frozen taking cover beside the bed. I sprinted across the room and grabbed her hands as she held me tight wrapped in nothing but a towel, her eyes wide and wild. She flinched, backing away like I was the threat.

“Don’t worry, these are just minor issues.” Jetson breathed a sigh of relief. “All right, all right. I’ll leave it to you, Cowell. My daughter-in-law is in your hands. I have some things to attend to, so I’ll head back to my room first.” He really could not wait a single moment. How did he have so much energy? As I watched Jetson and Chandler walk hand-in-hand into the room, I could not help but feel a bit moved. Cowell chuckled softly. “What’s the matter? Don’t you understand why your father-in-law is so full of energy?

In the very same moment Scythe broke left, Chief broke right, and Dove split down the middle, ducking between the 5 wolves on front of him. “Do not let any of them near the compound.” One of them ordered. The 5 that let Dove sneak past were off in the darkness chasing him, leaving Chief and Scythe to take on the wolves who remained behind. Dove rounded a corner , seeing a vent, he ran over to, pulled the covering off of it, and threw his jacket in hoping it would give the wolves qpause long enough for him to either take them down, keep them busy until the others caught up with him, or he could keep going down the tunnel to where the freight elevator was. He waited, listening to the footsteps

light.The figure stepped forward, and as the shadows parted, Timbre gasped. It was an ancient Alpha, his presence commanding and terrifying, yet there was a gentleness in his gaze that surprised her.“You are the key, Timbre,” the Alpha spoke, his voice echoing through the trees. “The power within you is not yours to command. It is ours, the legacy of those who came before you. But with it comes a great responsibility—a choice that only you can make.”Timbre felt a chill run down her spine. “What choice?”The Alpha’s expression softened. “To save him, you must give yourself to the power fully. Only then will you understand what it truly means to be the Lone Wolf. But know this—once you embrace

"She's just a kid, and she's already out there getting hotel rooms with people? And now that she's gone missing, she's making all of you run in circles? "Pat, why do you still bother with a walking disaster like her? Wouldn't it be better if she just died out there somewhere?" The cold fury in her eyes made me shudder. Patrick finally seized the chance to speak. "Grace, Aubree booked Room 318." Mom had been about to snap back, but suddenly, she froze as if something had just come to mind.

He added a bag to my IV, "Get some sleep, Little Dove," Mitri said, kissing my forehead as I felt my eyes become droopy, and I fell asleep with my hand in his.