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That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

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They who were the most basic of Undead could not resist the call of one so highly placed on the power ladder like Elder Sand, and they slowly flocked over. Elder Sand was a patient man. Walkers were slowly; they were so slow that if a human came into contact with one, as long as that human kept his or her calm, he/she would have a very high chance of killing the Walker! So Elder Sand knew that he would have to wait for a while, but he was prepared to wait. He had been searching for Asmodeus for a long time and this was the first time he had sensed Walkers with Asmodeus’s energy on them. It wasn’t a chance he was going to give up.

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?”

As Vincent's soft breathing turned into light snores, I carefully reached for his phone, pressing his finger against the sensor to unlock it. His messages with Emma Ortega popped up immediately. Vincent: [Good news—Sophia might be pregnant. Once we get the baby's umbilical cord blood, you'll be cured.] Emma: [Really? That's amazing! When I'm healthy again, what do you plan to do with her and the child?] Vincent: [Don't worry. Once everything is over, I'll send them away. They won't interfere with your life.]

So, after taking a deep breath, he gently opened Zane’s palm, careful not to wake him up just yet. With his chest hammering inside him, Zeev slowly placed a tiny piece of wolfsbane on his friend’s palm and his eyes bulged when it burned his skin. Hearing Zane’s groaned from the burn, he immediately discarded the wolfsbane and gave his friend an amused gaze. The last thing he wanted to confirm is his birthmark. So, he stood over him to his bed side and reached out his hand to pull down Zane’s collar to see his mark.

Nueva couldn't understand the language; it looked complicated and old, but the hand-drawn pictures drew her in. The pictures were of werewolves. The first couple of pages had drawings of two large wolf's, one black and one red. She could make out the names Saul and Thiago's amongst the foreign written words. After a few pages, the black wolf lay bloodied on the ground next to a smaller grey wolf. A small pup was sitting next to the lifeless bodies— Painted in the background was a red wolf in blurry faint lines. It was almost like the red wolf was disappearing into a dense fog. Even if she didn't understand the words, the pictures told the sad story, and Nueva sniffled as she looked at the sm

“Archon, actually, I’ve been thinking if I…if it won't be an issue…” He trailed off when he saw her eyes boring into him. “Speak up, we don’t have all day to waste.” Valencia admonished him. Thus, he blurted out, “I…I wanted to go outside Grawd for an evening.” “Outside Grawd?” Grawd was the human city closest to the Scrigis empire. Most werewolves would go to Grawd city that was bustling with fun and frolic and had every sort of entertainment possible.

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?

she sprinted through the streets, not caring if she bumped into people along the way. She did not look up, afraid to see that they would all have the same blank slate. The girl entered an alley and expected she would not be spotted, but alas, ever since she opened that book, things never went her way. She reached a dead end and was to swivel and make a reverse turn, but the guys blocked her path. “Nowhere to run, little miss.” One of them smirked and edged closer with each step she took backwards. “We’re going to have some ‘fun’, right here and now.” April G’s heart hammered against her chest and her back hit the dead end. She closed her lids, ready to accept her fate as they loomed closer.