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Shauna said mercilessly. Immediately, John started cursing at her with a sinister look on his face, “S-Shauna! You whore! You dirty slut! You bitch! You'll die a thousand deaths!” Chase was still indifferent as he said, “No wonder you’re called Black Widow. You can even kill your man so mercilessly.” Even though he was saying that, a Five-Thunder Talisman had already appeared in his other hand. He wanted to use the talisman to summon five thunders. One strike of thunder could cover a circumference of about ten to 13 meters. Five of them would be enough to take out the mercenaries around him.

Liam’s claws dug into the man’s neck, blood dripping down his arm. “She had shifted – tell me where my freaking daughter is! She’d be nineteen now” “O yes, little Hail drop” the man chuckled. He was still laughing. He knew that his death was inevitable. Might as well enjoy his last moments of life. This warrior’s pack, this warrior – they deserved to suffer. He had thought that taking out the head warrior was going to break the pack and it almost did. It had been so close. But his own freaking warrior leader had to mess that up…

Cain replied "Ayts! I don't have any news about the two of you! You're both missing in action." I said. "Wait, what? What do you mean by missing in action? Where's Thunder?" Cain asked in a fit of confusion. "I don't know! I don't even know where he is, he's not in the company. Tito is in charge there right now." I said in an irritated voice. "Do you know where he is?" He asked again.

Now I have to deal with his fucking criminal. “Seems like you lost your privilege and seems like you’re not the golden boy anymore,” Thunder says as he stands right in front of me, looking between me and Thatcher. I shake my head as Thomas places one hand on my shoulder, stopping me from launching at him. I look around the room while everyone is extremely silent. No one dares to open their mouths.

Twenty Years Later Midnight in Manhattan belonged entirely to Leo Thorne. From the apex of the newly reinforced Thorne Tower, the twenty-five-year-old billionaire looked out over the glittering, rain-slicked city skyline. The world knew him as the Ice Prince. With Julian and Maya officially retired to the quiet, impenetrable paradise of Aegis, the crushing weight of Thorne Tech—a global empire built on secrets, code, and cold, hard steel—had fallen entirely onto Leo’s broad shoulders.

said another human. “I’m Rodger,” said the human who first interacted with them, coming closer to shake their hands. “That never mattered. Before tonight, Blue Thunder never killed a human, yet, she currently ranks in the top 10,” said High Djinn Moraa. “And you’re the Emery listed 31st?” said Rodger. “Uh, yes, I am.” “How many of you are on those lists?” said Rodger, sitting near them. “I swear, genuine fan-boy curiosity. In my book, you saved us from evil, so you can’t be worshipping evil, and I'm sure my fellow humans in here agree with me.”

With our superhealing powers, that job seemed pointless. My wolf purred softly at her being close, but I pushed it down hard. I was Todd, the Alpha of the Thunder Pack and its future leader. How could my Luna be a weak human? "Tm Todd." I kept my voice steady, trying to sound like the Alpha I was supposed to be Tm... Age doesn't really maner to us. I'm the Alpha of the Thunder Pack. And when it comes to money, well, the forests and mountains of Northlane are mine."

I couldn’t even focus on what he was saying. When his screaming fit was over, Victor spun around and marched back to the door. “Get in here and watch her,” he sneered at someone. A big, burly man stepped in. His head was shaved bald, and he had a beard. His chest was twice as wide as any other man I’d seen, and he was as tall as Victor, but he wore his height well. After Victor disappeared and the lock turned, my new guard leaned against the wall and folded his arms. I was scared he would try something, too. I could try to put up a fight, but this guy was about four times as big as Victor, and he would do as much damage.

BZZT. Blinding white light abruptly floods my pitch-black bedroom. I squint at the ceiling. The power grid was supposed to be completely fried by the Blood Moon's magnetic interference. So how...? Oh. The guy living on the floor above me has the divine power of the Thunder God. He's acting as a human generator for the building. My mind instantly runs the numbers, and a spark of cold, competitive jealousy flares in my chest. How many credits is the Academy paying that arrogant prick per hour?

The warrior priest said flatly, "Dying under my technique, the Eternal Thunderstorm, was his fate. If he were an ordinary person, he'd be nothing but ashes. That he retained his physical form is already a miracle." Jasmine pursed her lips, and glared at him. "Who are you?" "This is Bolt Thornton, Emeritus Grandmaster of Thundercloud Guild!" At that moment, Leo arrived at the scene. Seeing this spectacle, he couldn't help but feel elated. Bolt truly lived up to his title as the elder of Thundercloud Guild. With just one move, he had surpassed a person's limits. Frederick had easily defeated Leo, but he was no match for Bolt.