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“You are.” He stepped forward. “You think these little games matter? That I don’t see what you’re doing?” “I think you’re scared,” I replied. “And I think you should be. Because I haven’t even started yet.” He raised his gun in a flash. I didn’t flinch. Because I knew he wouldn’t do it. He couldn’t afford to. Not here. Not now. He just glared. Then he turned and walked away. *** By the time I got back to the safe house, I was soaked. Exhausted. But alive.

The man screamed, dropping his blade. The thick forest was a battlefield now — knives flashing, gunfire echoing, grunts and screams mixing with the pounding rain. One of Scar’s men, a tall bastard with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, cracked it against Danger's ribs. Pain exploded in his side, but he drove his knife into the attacker’s thigh, twisting hard. The man collapsed. Danger, wounded but still standing, tossed his empty shotgun aside and pulled a pistol so he could find his way out of the chaos.

For a second, all I can do is lie there on the floor, staring up at the spot where just seconds ago, a dog was about to rip out my throat. I just focus on evening out my breathing, and calming my racing heart. I've had a lot of close calls, especially recently with the Warriors, but this was so much more real. That dog could have killed me and, if my savior hadn't shown up when they did, I'd be dead right now. When I glance at the door to the store, I'm surprised to see Ryder standing there with an assault rifle in his hands. It's sleek, black, and incredibly dangerous looking. Even scarier is that he looks like he knows how to use one, and has been doing it for years.

He began to tiptoe towards the kitchen; trying to make sure the thief would be caught unawares. “Freeze!” Ryan yelled as he jumped out and aimed the gun at the thief. “Eleanor?!” He gasped when he realized his suspicions were wrong at this time. It wasn’t a thief that had invaded his home it was his lady in red. Somehow something in him was relieved that it wasn’t someone who had broken into his home but he was greatly relieved that Eleanor was still around. She was standing right there wearing one of his long sleeves, and she was so damn hot in it!

His worry for his mate was rising but he was still a little confident as he couldn't feel any danger through her emotions. Within a short moment, he could already see George trying to run away. Sensing Rain, George tried to run away by pushing his limit but it seemed to be impossible as Rain pulled him by his foot, causing him to halt unwillingly. He gasped as water forced him to close his eyes. He felt a sharp pain on his nose and he could swear that he smelt blood.

“I thought you would never come down.” From Richard’s reaction, Kali quickly summed up that she was the only one lost as to what was happening. He had turned into a statue at her side. His eyes locked with the strange woman in a standoff that only they understood. His jaw was clenched, and his hand on her back fell away. “I am sorry. Who are you?” “No one of importance.” Richard quickly interceded as the stranger smiled with amusement, her fingers still drumming on the mahogany surface. “You have a lot of things to do. Don’t let us keep you.”

I wasn’t sure, but I was certain that I was being pulled to safety because I could no longer see my paradise, just the same thick dark forest I fell on. “Take him away quickly. Do it now!” “But sir, we have no time, all the men are fleeing” “Do as I say! And get your asses’ outta here!” I opened my eyes, it was raining. I couldn’t see a thing in the dark. I was being tossed and dragged in the mud. I could hear gun shots and spears flying right past my ears. I could only see stones and trees and the ground, and stones and mud and… Someone then suddenly lifted me and as he tried to saddle me on something, I heard the last gunshot. Immediately, I passed out.

I felt like a mouse trapped in a predator's gaze, desperately searching for an escape. "Well, Raven," he said, his voice laced with an air of authority. "Curiosity can be a dangerous trait, especially in my world. Remember that." His words hung in the air, a reminder of the delicate balance I had to maintain in this dangerous game. As I met his piercing gaze, I vowed to myself that I would be more careful, more calculated in my actions. The stakes were high, and my mission demanded unwavering focus.

I asked, taking a step back away from the log, my eyes fixed on the bush where the rustle came from. “There are no wild animals here,” Raines answered, his voice close. As if to prove him wrong, a growl came and I felt Raines go still behind me. “You were saying?” I asked, my voice shaking as I continued to step back. Raines moved to stand in front of me, his gun raised. Nothing happened or sounded for a while but then I watched, with my eyes wide and my mouth open as a wolf, taller and bigger than any wolf should be, stepped out, its eyes glowing.

“However, he used to have some vision issues, so he can now hardly see anything, and he perceives people as being hazy.” “But why is Adam playing chess with him?" Mia asked, turning to face her in surprise. "Ha-ha-ha..." Dorothy laughed uncontrollably when she heard that, saying, "Young Master Bowen is a sweet man. He is aware that Old Master Bowen enjoys playing chess, but occasionally he is unable to tell the difference between black and white pieces. The only person who is patient enough to play chess with him is Young Master Bowen.” Mia gave a little nod. Adam didn't seem to be all that horrible. He was, at the very least, quite close to his grandfather. She was psychologically worn out