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*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

But he had a heart of gold, he was probably the only boy I would let near my sister, ever. And that was saying a lot. “How is he?” I mused absentmindedly picking at my wilted chicken sandwich. “He’s great, he’s right here actually let me call him over,” before I could tell her not to worry because I didn’t want to disturb him. Another thing about Hiro was he was always working, always. He had a dream of starting his own game development company, and I knew he would make it one day. There was shuffling on the other side of the phone, “HIRO!”

He entered the login information and waited, after a couple of seconds a new screen popped up. PLEASE SELECT: FALKEN’S MAZE BLACKJACK GIN RUMMY HEARTS BRIDGE CHECKERS CHESS POKER FIGHTER COMBAT GUERRILLA ENGAGEMENT DESERT WARFARE AIR-TO-GROUND ACTIONS THEATERWIDE TACTICAL WARFARE THEATERWIDE BIOTOXIC AND CHEM GLOBAL THERMONUCLEAR WAR

I went down the tree house and ran, Luke, then chased after me… I stopped and Luke proceeded on tickling me, I forced myself to laugh even though I didn't feel anything. "Say… I thought of a new game," I said to them as casually as possible. All of them, without delay, gathered around me, "What is it?" 'The conditioning seems to be a success' "Killers and Targets!" I said, "You can be a target or you can be a killer… we have a card here and each card has a role you should reenact."

She clicked to see what they sent. "You must be a beauty based on your username," Ur007Man wrote. "Hmmm, could be," Leah replied. "Mr. Bond, can I call you James?" The user immediately went back online shortly after the app sent her reply. Three dots were juggling on-screen. Leah could tell he was typing. "Even better," he replied. "You can call me yours." Leah smiled. "This could work," Leah thought. A quick fix was what she needed right now. "Okay, Mr. Bond," she replied. "Name your time and place."

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

He deserved the beating a little. "Phil stop! You're going to kill him!" She tried pulling him off but the wounded lion was far from listening. "Philip stop!" She shouted but to no avail. Poor James, if he knew that this game he was paid for was going to be like this, he definitely wouldn't have accepted the Job. Why on earth did he even try touching her. He should have just stuck to the plan instead of taking advantage of the situation. He swore never to play such games again.

Finally, next to Eddie are Ariana, Allison, and Raisa, with Raisa conveniently sitting next to him. "There's this game called Picolo, it's an App on my phone. I put the names in and it tells us what to do. I'll read and you just have to do as I say." Isabella explains. Matteo is too drunk to understand any rules for any game, so being told what to do and when to drink is convenient.