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“Who else was in on this, Mark? Name names. Or Dare goes for the other hand.” Mark babbled names, Hell Hounds we knew, low-level thugs, even a few faces we’d seen around town. He gave us the whole damn roster. Then, Silas took his turn, wrenching Mark’s jaw open. I heard the tearing sound. Mark screamed, a garbled, horrific noise. His tongue was partially severed, hanging limply. I felt no pity. Only cold purpose. He had information, and now we had it. We left him there, a whimpering mess, then exploded out of the clubhouse. We mounted our bikes, the roar of the engines a primal scream of vengeance.

Blood trickled down Elara's shirt, but the wound healed quickly, leaving a deep mark on her skin. Elara looked at Damian. "I also want my mark to deepen on you because, remember, I was wolfless when I marked you, so it's like no teeth left a mark on your shoulder, hahaha," Elara replied with a laugh. Damian smiled and took off his T-shirt. "Mark me wherever you want," Damian replied, making Elara laugh. But before she marked Damian, she saw the deep scars on Damian's chest and side, and she remembered that she was responsible for them.

He glared at Mark, but he didn't dare strike back. "Divorce?" Mark's voice was colder than ice as he grabbed Christopher by the collar in one swift move. "Why don't you repeat that to my gun? Who are you asking to get a divorce?" Mark was famous in the underworld for his marksmanship—fast, ruthless, and precise. A few years ago, he single-handedly rescued me from a gang of vicious thugs without getting so much as a speck of dust on his clothes. Those men had dropped to the ground before they even got a clear look at what he was doing.

Chapter 7— Blind Wolves. Tristan “I've got you!” I barked, catching Mark before he hit the ground completely. His chest heaved, blood pumping out through the deep gash at the side of his torso. His eyes fluttered close, his weight sagged against me. “Stay with me, Mark!” I yelled, shaking him slightly to keep him conscious. “R–rogues,” he choked, managing to open his eyes. I shook my head. “Save your strength.”

Mark came to see him, a disappointed look in his eyes. “What are you doing?” He asked. “I don’t know. Saving my company, I guess.” “Tracy didn’t come with me.” “No, I didn’t think she would. How is she?” “She’s fine. The baby is getting big.” “Good.” “Dude, really. You don’t have to do this.” “I do, though. But thanks. I’ll see you out there.” Mark shook his head and left. His best friend was fading away before his eyes. There was no fire in him anymore. It was only a matter of time until he was completely extinguished.

I cleared my throat, sending a quick alert to both sisters, who grew fond of themselves and never let go anytime soon. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Mark," Tracia muttered, her voice low yet firm. She grasped Mia's right hand and directed her towards my side. "Meet my helper, Mia; this is Mr. Mark," she introduced me to Mia, unknowingly to her that Mia is my mother's maid. "Mr. Mark," she spoke, startled by my sudden appearance, "You came back as promised." She said, her voice barely above a whisper, "Do you know each other?" Tracia asked, her tiny voice laced with confusion, "Yeah! Is the only son of my boss, Mrs. Claire." She declared in a low tone, bowing her head and trying to avoid eye contact

A week later the dean received an anonymous donation for a new library wing, and Mark’s record mysteriously vanished. Josh had cleaned up every mess. This time Mark had killed someone. Not an accident. Not a prank. He’d slit Mallory’s throat while she laughed at him, while she told him he’d never be half the man his father was. The knife had felt right in his hand. The blood had felt like justice. Now he waited, wrists raw from cuffs, praying the old pattern held. His mother never came. Bethany Skyland had already released a statement to the press expressing her “heartbreak” and “prayers for the victim’s family.” She’d kept his father’s last name off every document since the divorce. She was

Edna also dazedly couldn't believe what she had just heard, she just pushed James lightly, how could he be so badly injured? Why doesn't he know when he will wake up? Mark is suffering from the information the doctor has just told him but when he remembers who is the cause of this, he gets up and walks in front of Edna, his eyes filled with murderous intent looking at her make Edna shiver in fear, she reflexively backwards. However, Mark reached out and grabbed her neck, causing Edna to panic and hit his hand with both hands. She wanted to call for help but couldn't speak.