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“You all judged me. You all hated me because of that maid. But tell me—was it wrong for a master to take what was his? Was it wrong for a future Alpha to demand respect? I only showed strength, yet you called me a beast. You sent me away. You spat on my name.” He hit the table with his fist. The maps shook, the dagger clattered. “Well now, I will show you a beast. I will show you the monster you feared. You thought you could throw me into the shadows and forget me. But the shadows are where power is born.” He bent over the maps, his eyes sharp. He traced the river with his finger, then the path to the pack lands. “I know every corner of this land. I know where the rogues hide. I know where t

the physician said. “Get on with it!” I hissed out. “I don’t care who you have to kill to get this thing done. There are a hundred rogues and criminals in the dungeon. You can use as many as you wish!” “Mary call in the commander and any of his boys,” I ordered. If he needed blood, then I would get him more than enough. “Alpha, that’s not what I meant. We don’t need a blood sacrifice. We need someone to suck the virus out of her.”

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

His only interest was inflicting pain for no reason. No one knows how we came about, even we did not know. History got lost somewhere, the history of the crazy werewolves called rogues. I followed Logan to a room which was large, green being the theme color for it. I frowned because it reminded me of the pack we came from and that was probably the point behind it all.

To refuse their master was cause for dismissal. Rage had destroyed Tanner's sanity. He'd killed his master, killed the man with his bare hands and then fled. Now, seven years later, he'd established himself as a professional thief for hire, one of the finest. The deft of hand talents, and the ability to go unseen by everyone, a footman's trade, worked even better for him as a specialist in acquiring items desired by paying clients. The man, Thomas Blankenship, was certainly able to pay him well. His sources had confirmed it, though they also warned he was dangerous and deceptive.

The man staggered, clutching his stomach as he crumpled to the floor, lifeless. Mario breathed heavily, his eyes scanning the two bodies on the ground. "Never underestimate a wolf in sheep's clothing," he muttered, his grip on the gun tightening. He wheeled himself toward the door, blood still dripping onto the pristine hospital floor. "Someone get in here and take me to the rooftop," he barked. The hallway outside erupted in hurried footsteps as more of his men rushed to obey, the tension thick in the air. Mario knew the game had changed. Trust was a luxury he could no longer afford.

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

He called himself the Rogue King and ran his illegal operations from the deepest parts of the castle. Marcus had once been a warrior of the Black Fang Pack, but he was exiled after being caught smuggling and killing without permission. After that, he gathered a group of rogue wolves who had been cast out or had no pack. Slowly, he became their leader, claiming the title of Rogue King. From that position, he built his criminal empire, running auctions, illegal trades, and other dark activities far from the eyes of law-abiding packs. Every weekend, he held auctions for lonely and defenseless she-wolves he had captured. As I looked at the large crowd, I noticed how excited they were, leering at

Everything down there loud and exposed and hungry; everything up here controlled, contained, cultivated. Dominic had built both. “He created this place,” I said. It came out flatter than I intended. “Prince Dominic created many things,” Argos agreed. He moved with the unhurried ease of a man who had served here long enough to stop being surprised by any of it. “Black Crest was rubble when he arrived. Not struggling, rubble. The kind of ruin that other territories write off and stop sending resources to because the calculation doesn’t support the investment.” He paused. “He built what you see from nothing. The gambling house, yes, but also the city around it. The trade routes. The arrangement

=== Title: Master Architect Description: Your expert design and engineering techniques made the building much safer for its occupants. Effects: Builder’s Blueprint === The cyborg had a different title and reward for the same side quest. Could the rewards be different because Damian had a different secondary class than them? It made sense that he benefited more from this building side quest. The engineer contributed the most to this assignment with his knowledge and recommendations. Oritha and Zen merely followed his instructions to assist. “Don’t worry,” Zen reassured Damian. “It’s a good thing.” The Builder’s Blueprint was a non-combat ability unique to Damian’s engineering secondary job. W