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The bells had stopped, but the silence that followed was worse. Bodies littered the ground some of theirs, some of ours. I sank to my knees, trembling. My arms were coated in soot, my throat raw from smoke. My dagger slipped from my hand, clattering against the stone. Edward shifted back, bloodied but alive, kneeling at my side. His hands cupped my face, steady, grounding. “You’re all right. You’re all right.” I wasn’t sure if he was telling me or himself. Mara stood a few feet away, wiping her blade clean. Her expression was unreadable, but when her eyes met mine, there was something there. Not approval exactly. Not yet. But recognition.

Whitney said with hope. “Yes. That sheriff was right. Hiring a Montana boy, born and bred, to start looking for Ava was the way to go. This PI got a lead.” Whitney gasped. “What is it?” “He had called and said that a trucker named Redd runs a route around Willow Springs County all the time. During one of his usual pit stops at a place called Delores’s Diner, he had a seriously injured brunette in his big rig according to the owner and two of the waitresses. He was getting them both something to eat.”

I walked around the counter and placed my backpack on a hook behind the bar, ready to get started. "This is Lola and her mate Dax," Red referred to a woman and a man sitting directly in front of him. "They've been Blood Dogs since before I was born." Lola was a pretty, middle-aged redhead, and her patch said "SGT at Arms." Dax was a big guy with a "Road Captain" patch, and I recognized him as the one who helped Red throw my attackers out of the bar the night before. "Lola drinks bourbon," Red continued, "and Dax always has a Diet Cola."

A white light bursts from my chest and shoots down the street. “Let’s go.” Bella keeps hold of my hand to maintain the spell in Jamal’s nullifying aura. We race through the streets, following the light to a rocky section of beach. I smell the blood before I see anything. A lot of it. The compartment I shoved my emotions into? Obliterated. I drop Bella’s hand—the spell dies—but I don’t need it anymore. I smell her. Her blood. I sprint toward the rocks. And I find them. The bodies of Roweena, Iona, and the Red One—Nyx’s mother.

she said to Ruben. He hesitated, the limp body of Lisa broke his heart. Was it too late to save her? “I can handle it, trust me.” She assured him. Ruben nodded and ran towards the black wolf. Beth walked towards the entity. Did he always have red skin? She snarled viciously at him. “Oh, give me a break,” she said drolly, turning her back on the fight going on between the wolves and the vampire.

she starts to say when Colby moves forward taking her throat in his hands. I felt his rage, the entire room did. And Maryse simply smiled and laughed as Colby squeezed her throat. Pulling him back and trying to calm him, I see at the last moment that Maryse has pulled a gun out of her coat pocket. Grabbing Colby’s arm and snapping it away from Maryse he moves to stand in front of me again with his arms out. Drake quickly pulls Maddie behind him, and Reid moves in behind Maryse trying to corner her. “Don’t make any funny moves Alpha Reid,” Maryse states before adding, “I have your daddy in my sights,” she says as she points the gun directly at Beta Ralph.

"However, I will need something in return." "Name it." "I will need the blood of the child’s mother as a connection to it." "Take it." Snapping my gaze from Edward, I watched as Leah made her way towards us. Her blue hair was a wild mess and her eyes glowed an odd red, giving her a totally different feel from usual. What in the world happened to her? "You need my blood?" Leah asked, stopping in front of Edward. "Take it." Before Edward could respond, Leah extended a claw and placed it against her arm. Digging it deep into her skin and yanking it, she created a deep cut that began to openly bleed onto the table in front of Edward.

“She’s doing this for us. For herself too. Look at her.” Martha continued, her voice breaking but her courage unshaken. “I am not proud of what I did. But I want people to know that I wasn’t evil. I was afraid. I was trapped. And George Reed made sure there was no escape.” The camera cut back to Jason and Bella in the studio. Jason’s eyes burned with restrained fury as he said, “George Reed isn’t a businessman. He’s a manipulator who built his empire on control, fear, and lies. And Dean Carter used scalpels and secrets as weapons. That is the truth.”

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

CHAPTER EDITED! Azreal motioned for Mj to continue as soon as Tanner shut the door and as she opened her mouth to speak, Beth cut in, “Mj… please, remember that-” Azreal cut off the older woman's plea by slamming his fist down on the desk. “Don't push it Beth,” the younger Alpha growled and Beth simply bowed and showed her neck before resuming her place by Lila’s side. “Please assassin… enlighten me” Azreal heard Beth suck in a breath as he called Mj by her title, and he tried to hide his annoyance as the older woman seemed to become very antsy. Mj glanced at Beth and then locked eyes with her Alpha and friend, “ Mara is rouge… and I guess they all keep in touch with a bulletin board type