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Jade queried, her voice sharp and accusatory. “Just leave and not get me angry!!” Carl growled, his eyes spitting fire. Jade fumed, with her fists clenched before leaving. Carl turned his gaze to Amanda and said, “Here in our club, we have almost forty members. The other guy I introduced to you is Mason. He’s the enforcer.” Carl showed her a set of people smoking and drinking on a settee. “The dude over there with a long blonde hair is Henry. Over there are, Ronald, Megan, Tim, Henry, Jade, Taylor and Sanjay..”

Someone might have made a comparison to the little Dutch boy—but I wouldn't be the one to say that to his face. It was hard to reason with the old ones. They were like Alexis in that they only cared about those things that affected them. "My name is Kim Kinninsky," I said. "I am the Master of Sector Seven and member of the Council of the Neratomay." I failed to tell him that that name of my sector was The Land of the Happy Feeling. My tribute to Frankie Beverly and MAZE wouldn't have made me look very tough. I nodded to Voss, who respectfully inclined his head to me.

Frankly, I didn't think his face would be this emote. “You don't remember me?” He asked, his eyes frantically searching her face. At this point, I had to intervene. So I cleared my throat to gain everyone's attention. “Uhh-urrghm”. Well that quickly got everyone's attention. “Who are you?” Noah asked. “My name is Naya, member of the Blue Moon pack” I introduced myself, “As you can see, I have brought Hazel back to you” “Blue Moon pack?” Noah asked.

I promise we are not good people. Yumeko: Speak for yourself, I've done nothing but terrible things. I drop my phone as something comes into my mind, and I pick it up again. Me: Does anyone know anything about Lucifer's heirs and Asmodeus's heirs? Nabi: I know you should never mention them again. Yumeko: I think they are great! Tamara: Do you have a death wish naming them? From the moment I saw you, I just knew your mouth would get ‘us’ in trouble, Catalina. What if they actually hacked our group chat and can see everything?

I sigh and rub circles on Amelie's back to calm her before she rips the sofa cushion apart. "He's still in France with Grandma. I'll talk to dad." She releases the cushion and leans into my shoulder. It worked. "The rest of the New Moon Alliance are Travis Payne of Dark Wood and Dale Nichols of the Red Star Pack, as we already suspected. Then we have Wade Darvin of the Motor City Pack, Reed Tarlo of the White Ridge Pack. Last and also the ringleader Nox Jericho of the Blue Crescent Pack. Those ten packs make up this alliance." Marcus sinks back into the sofa, pulling Jordan close to his side. She's still upset about her birth pack. I can't blame her for that.

So in order to avoid more 'unwanted attention', they agreed to split into two groups. The first group consisted of Raka, Damario, Mugen, Darrion, Mac, and Lemina, and they went to the Northwestern area from the mausoleum. While the second group consisted of Jai, Ugi, Bara, Ruhan, Oki, Hans and Ina, and they went to the Northeastern area. "Hey, why are you splitting up from Ruhan?" Oki asked Mac. "He's not buddy buddy with me today, so I'm leaving him for a few minutes to realize his mistake," Mac muttered with that signature flat expression of his.

alone. Now, Jax was surrounded by the Original OG Members of the Krauser Kartel—the legends who had helped Oliver Reed reclaim Metro City. There was Nikolai Khrushev, Don Krauser's silent but deadly right-hand man; Nikita Khrushev, Nikolai's sister, the sharp-eyed owner of Nikoffee; Jonas Rex, the real estate mogul who knew every secret tunnel in the district; Latisha Henderson, the investment guru whose cold logic matched Jade's; and Ethan Knox, the attorney who knew exactly how to make a body "disappear" legally.

well. Said “we were wrong” more often than I’d expected. Wrote numbers on checks that made Coleman’s budget team visibly dizzy. Niko moderated a breakout on “Healthy Paranoia vs. Conspiracy.” He tried not to look at me too often. Failed. I pretended not to notice. Failed. At the end of the day, they herded us all onto the stage for a group photo. “Founders of the Neural Integrity Network,” the photographer said, as if it were a perfectly ordinary thing to be.

Every fan in the server banks hummed a low, vibrating note that rattled Barzil’s teeth. Neoma stood ten feet away. She looked too small for the stage. The holographic emitters surrounded her like a cage of blue light. She wore no armor today. No crown. Just a simple tunic of grey weave, the kind a Dregs scavenger would wear. Wolfy tapped a console. "Global link established. We are live on all frequencies. Citadel. Apex. The Wastes. Every screen, every datapad, every hearing aid." Neoma nodded. Her hands were at her sides. Barzil saw her fingers twitch—a spasm of the ulnar nerve. She was terrified.

They were a far cry away from the Harvest pack. Neoma was only momentarily dazzled because as soon as Kaiser noticed her, he publicly humiliated and openly scorned her. No one came to Neoma's defense. Some even joined in the dissing. The Harvest pack blamed Neoma for missing the opportunity to be affiliated with a much stronger pack. They badly criticised Neoma to the point of driving her away.