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Maybe lying was not the best choice, but I’m way too deep in this already, there is no turning back. “Your f*cking blood was found, the tracks on the forest grounds showed that there were multiple people, and even indicated a chase,” Harvey replies as he stands to his feet. The frown on his face tells me that he does not only know that I’m lying, but he is beyond pissed that I am.

A lump formed in my throat as I recalled the letter that’d taken over my laptop screen after I typed in the blood code. ‘Dear Saratan Credi, congratulations. You have been chosen to serve your masters as a blood vessel. Please be at the attached address before midnight tonight. Further instructions will be sent to you.’ Don’t give me that look. That look you give white lead girls in horror stories when they go towards danger instead of running or calling the cops. I’m not foolish either, I left a note on my desk, with the address on it. If anything bad happened, at least Kira would know where to start her investigation.

He swung his hand and directed his dark blue supernatural power towards the so-called unnecessary space between the womanhood symbol and the red orpiment picture with a thick cross on it. The hidden picture was clearly visible in front of all of them at this moment. All the people in the dining room were seen looking at that hidden picture engraved on the gigantic stone with their considerable awe as well as amazement. That hidden picture turned out to be a picture of three drops of blood. “It turns out to be three drops of blood...” sighed Sugar Aquarius.

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

The same pale scarf she once forgot in my room, and I had my servant return it to her because she kept catching fevers. Now it was ripped, stained with blood and something inside me went still. “No.” The tracker lowered his gaze. “We found it near the blood trail.” Another tracker added quietly, “There was too much blood, Alpha.” My hands moved into fists. “No.” Ronan stepped forward. “Draven…” I turned to him sharply and he rarely used my name and that alone told me how serious this was. “We searched the area,” he said carefully. “No body, no scent trail beyond this point, only blood and signs of struggle.”

"There are six of them... no, eight. They aren't using tracking lights. They are hunting by the scent of blood." Dominic looked down at Rhea’s shoulder. Despite his best efforts to keep the pressure firm, a small circular stain of fresh crimson had begun to seep through the white linen dressings. The scent of her blood was an invisible trail in the damp air, drawing Kaelen’s elite executioners directly to their hiding place.

At first, I'd found it fascinating opening old leathered trunks and uncovering secrets that weren't mine, until a vivid dream with most unsettled souls kept waking me up at night. A few droplets of an inky liquid glisten on the floor like two black beads between seas of white spalls, all matted by the passing time. I examine the lead by spreading the fluid between my fingers, horrified by the reddish trace it leaves on my skin and the pungent smell of iron. My biggest fear comes alive depriving me of oxygen as I slowly stand up and wish I am mistaken. This is blood, her blood. Damn it! Tammy, where are you?' I call her again, the echo of my voice thundering in the entire train shed and scari

I could see the segmented pupils and the veins disappear as the blood consumed them. "Up here, the Trackers; which are cops, use the brain to see what happened to the person before they died. It shows everything from their perspective, so if we left it intact, they would be able to easily track us down through his last moments." “That’s really disgusting” I added. "Next" Rolf turned my attention back to him "you want to scatter the brain so it's harder for them to find."

I smell blood before I see it. Zara gives me a worried look and hurries ahead. The truck comes into view. The doors wide open. A strip of blood stretched from the passenger seat, across the tarmac and into the trees. “Crap.” There wasn’t just one type of blood. There were two all mixed together. They were both injured, but who had dragged who away? “I don’t like this.” The human mutters. “Shut up.” I snap. Zara was crouched over, sniffing the blood.

his blood As always there were no tracks. No scent, No trail, No clues. Only carnage. And silence. Whoever was doing this is really smart, they don't leave anything that could lead to them behind. I kneeled beside the body, ignoring the churning in my gut. I had seen thousand of deaths before. But this wasn’t war. This was something worse. Something personal. “Alpha,” one of my trackers called, his eyes pale with unease. “You need to see this.”he added.