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Rendall is still on his knees panting but his eyes are still on it. In the area with no trees, a huge number of werewolves lies. By lying, I mean, dead werewolves who were stacked up.

“This is some dramatic metaphor thing. Like… symbolic. Right?” The book, shockingly, does not answer. I laugh. It comes out thin and a little broken. “Great. Thanks. Super helpful.” I keep reading because I don’t know how to stop. The words paint pictures I don’t want to see. Cities burning. Packs turning on each other. Vampires hunted into extinction. Hunters smiling as chaos spreads like wildfire. And me. Always the Lyovles. Standing at the center of it all. My chest tightens painfully. I press a hand there like I can hold my heart together by force.

Assets = people. Then, on the circled page, two lines. Jin Kwon — reacted to DECAY as a charge, not a rumor. Classified by Marcus on sight. Marcus asked: what lab. And under it: LUS narrates the dead freely. Goes silent only on the living. Torres. Jin. She underlines the last one. The room is colder after she writes it. Outside, the base keeps being alive. A door eases shut. VIBE murmurs. The gate holds in the dark.

It was the first time, in all my years in the werewolf world, that I completely broke. But the Witch's eyes held nothing but helplessness. She gently pried my hands away and led me into a small, dim room. In the center sat a grimoire. Its pages recorded the coming fall of my pack. "I can't help you." The light in my eyes died. "Why?" "Even if I save you now, the next crisis will be worse. More death. More destruction. This isn't fate — it's a curse." I didn't understand. We had won. We had beaten fate. Why was this happening? Had everything I'd done been for nothing?

I asked them as I too sat down and began to read. “One book builds up to a way that they can be killed, but then abruptly changes the subject on the next page. I thought that maybe it had been taken out, but I can’t see any damage to the pages.” One piped up from the couch. “Well, what does it tell us?” He adjusted his reading glasses on his nose as he flipped back to a bookmark. “There are pictures of the Lycans being stabbed and burned; so maybe their weakness is fire?”

I settled with just sitting there and enjoying my time! Sitting under the cool shade of a big tree, I opened my e-reader and opened the previous chapter of the novel I was currently reading. The book was entitled Hybrid Zeus and His Mate and I loved it dearly. It was about this old sexy werewolf-vampire hybrid Alpha and his badass goddess Luna. It was really a lovely book and I loved how detailed it was. And the sex scenes, Gosh the dang scenes. They made me want to be there, to witness the sensation myself and that made me know that the author has done her job well.

On the other side of the story, the more hours he wasted, the earlier he perished as the new generation of wolves was befallen into a system where payments made for werewolves to buy their essentials, leisure, and entertainment were the time they earned from those humans we saved. Twenty-four hours later. Nicholas solemnly rested his exhausted body on the soft-scented mattress in his apartment in New York City. After the eight-hours long travel, he could not expect it would have drained his energy even if he was simply sitting on the bus. Unfortunately, he was forced to wake up when his phone rings continuously. "What?" Nicholas moaned irritatingly. "Dude, are you back in your apartment now?

"Here. Look at this chart below. It will tell you everything you need to know." I pointed to the bottom of the page in an attempt to distract myself from saying or doing something stupid. I'd had my share of sexual escapades, but no female caused me to feel this nervous. Her laughter could make even the coldest of hearts break. It's as if I lost all sense of rational thinking when she's around me. Gwen held the book in her hands and continued to read. “‘Red eyes indicate that vampires live on human blood and have recently drank from a human.’”

After that, I led Joyce back to our car. After the shopping spree, I chose not to let Walmart deliver the goods to my doorstep. Instead, I had the employees fill the car up with the food that I bought. After all, the neighbors would definitely suspect that something was going on if they were to notice the haul that I brought home. After the zombie outbreak, the most terrifying thing in the world wasn't the virus itself, but rather the dark side of humanity. Many survivors died in the hands of their allies during the early stage of the outbreak.

The man stopped abruptly, almost falling backwards as he did so and muttered a few drunken slurs that were unintelligible, even to a vampire. Feeling his hunger reach its peak, he bared his fangs at the man and snarled just as a strike of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating his figure. Absolutely terrified but still drunk, the man turned on his heel and tried to run away only to trip over, landing in a puddle. He waited until the man had gotten back to his feet and then captured him in a strong grip from behind, sinking his fangs deep into his neck. Guzzling down the warm, sticky blood, he couldn't stop himself even as the bitter taste caused by alcohol hit the back of his throat. I