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For protecting her enemy who should have been dead right now if not for his interference. Marshall gave a deep sigh as he used his hands to snap his neck. Instead of falling to the ground, his head hung in a weird position a second before it snapped back to the right position. His face had completely changed and he looked like a monster right now with his fangs that were longer than usual, bloody red eyes, and ears that had taken on a rabbit shape. They looked long, sharp and as if they could cut through anything. Marshall separated his legs and gave a loud roar that echoed loudly and shook the ground of the pack house.

He could remember witnessing James' transformation, it was the most traumatizing thing that had even cursed his eyes. Stan's smile widened, the day just started to get interesting. Not only would have is revenge on the wolf that given him a scar, he also have to get his revenge on the wolf that started it all 'The day wasn't useless after all.' Stan said to himself. An intense silence followed suit, no one wanted to make the first move as they waited for who was going to do so. James was also ready for any of their attack but little did he know of the gang's secret weapon, wolfsbane.

Hades only stopped when he felt a slight pain in his hand. At that moment, Marsh had been slapped by Hades multiple times. The latter had added fuel to the fire as Marsh's face was already swollen after he was beaten up by Frederick earlier. He didn't just look like a swollen pig at that moment. Instead, he looked like a swollen pig that was stung by hundreds of hornets after he kicked the hornets' nest. As Marsh bled nonstop, he mumbled, "I'm… I'm Marsh Benson!" Hades kicked his face and said, "I don't give a damn about who you are!"

“They are nothing like her. Carla is mine. Her scent, her body… her softness. You cannot imagine it, Marsh. You can’t imagine what it’s like to burn for something beyond duty. I burn for her. I ache for her." Marsh gave his soldier and friend- well ex friend- a look of disgust. “You have lost your mind.” He turned, addressing the others with a flick of his hand. “Throw him in the prison below deck. Keep him weak and caged. He will learn the price of betraying the mission.” Two soldiers dragged Divon out, his voice echoing down the metal corridor as he cursed Marsh. Marsh inhaled slowly, collecting himself. He would not let weakness infect him. He was commander, and his goal before the domina

Celeste sat on his other side. “I will start so we can clear the air,” she said. “All three of us have the memories of our past lifetimes now. I worked on Draven whilst you were out in the wilderness. I assume from the question you asked me that you did get all your memories?” “I did,” he said with a sigh. “It was horrible.” He focused on Draven, his former worst enemy. He was dressed in a chest baring red leather outfit as usual, but he felt different.

It showed creatures I'd never seen before, beings that looked almost human but moved wrong, spoke in languages that hurt to hear. "The Outsiders," she explained. "They've been waiting for ages for the right moment to reclaim this world. The Mother's loss was the signal they were waiting for." "Signal for what?" "That the supernatural defenses of this realm are finally weak enough for them to break through." Marcus stepped closer to me, fear clear in his eyes. "How do you know all this?" "Because I've been working for them for years," Dr. Marsh said frankly. "The Mother thought I was helping her, but I was really making sure she'd fail at exactly the right moment."

He was a deeply superstitious man. Marcus was beyond convinced now that the boy was possessed with something. Maybe he was a witch. If not, how could he have known what he did with Jill? Why would the landlord be afraid of him? He still remembered clearly what happened when they went after the boy. Dean had paid for it with his life, and he, Marcus, was lucky to escape with his life.

How he must be trying to get rid of me because I've been a huge problem since we met, even though I insisted he didn't have to bring me home I was still a big problem with him. "My parents live in San Diego," I responded oh so meekly and yes he heard it and now we were on a different route to god knows where. "Where are we going?" Of course I was going to ask but I received no response. I was not scared and even though I just met him and our whole encounter was a rollercoaster of events I trusted him because I knew he wouldn't hurt or I believe he would never harm me in anyway possible. Coming from my thoughts I gaped when a huge mansion came in my vision, I had not noticed the road we took

She pressed against the wet brick of the alley, ice water trickling down her collar. She tapped the cheap Bluetooth earpiece. "Marvin. Talk to me. Don't die on me now." The breathing on the other end sounded like a broken bellows. "I can't do this, Rossi. My palms are soaking the sofa. Stan’s just sitting there... he’s got a taser. It looks big enough to fry me."