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Part of their very being. And then there was the screeching and howls, the shrieks and breaking; and the quiet that followed sent shivers down his spine. When he finally reached the east where the Dragon Gate stood, all he saw was blood. The gate is open, the pack gone. There was no sign of the assailant, and no sign of life. The bodies of his friends– his comrades, laid before him. A whimper escaped his throat. This cannot be happening. But this is no time for fear– with his wolf blood boiling, it is time to fight.

Yonnah felt insulted but did not utter a sound and nodded towards her children to come in the living room. After they were all seated, the man begun again. He told them how Edan had come across their group in a bar and in a drunken stupor admitted that he needed a lot of money for his business that was not going well. If he could just find someone who would lend him that much money then he would do anything for them. The group of men looked at each other. They were loan sharks and had a quite good business with it. They told him that they could provide him the money if he could return it at the end of the year in double or they would seize all his properties. He agreed and they told him to m

I looked around to see Sam look at his cousin in horror and then shift and run. "Hell no" I growled and shifted to follow him. As I ran, I spotted Carla getting cornered by two hunters. In a blind rage and ran at them and literally tore through them as I passed. I paused then to check on the others. Lee and Devon were taking down a couple of warriors and I spotted Dean and James working on a few hunters. They were all winning but then I heard an howl that sent ice through my veins.

The way Misha’s father, Alpha Drakin, took an interest in magic and histories, Misha took an interest in information. Current news and goings on, both within and outside the pack. No one was better placed to provide such information than the runners – the shifters of Bloodrayne tasked with delivering messages between packs: military, secret, commercial, as well as overseeing the security of Bloodrayne’s borders. As such, Misha had always been close to runners. A handful of them reported to him directly on everything that transpired, every message that passed through the runners’ hall. Misha had met and connected with Tanner when the shifter saved him during a raid he had attended in his youn

Zayne's voice cut him short, his fingers tapping on the table, drumming to the opening of a childhood show he watched as a kid. "Boss," the one in a blue suit next to the one wearing glasses, began, "let me get the girls and the..." "I didn't come to seal a deal, Ricardo," he sighed in that calm tone that screamed alarm. They knew that was the reason he had Capo Bastone manage all the transactions, for like Matteo had said, "If you kill every damn person on this planet, then who'd be left?" "We are just asking for the papers; without the papers, we can't let the gun go." It seemed the glassed man, with whom he didn't know his name, was beginning to get some bravery: "What if, tomorrow, the m

If I’d know it was him coming I would’ve prepared myself better. I recognise most of the men in the party of 10 across the 3 cars from my younger years in Scotland. Most of them in their late 20’s, early 30’s now. All excellent at their jobs. Some of them are as young, if not younger then I am. Those I don’t recognise at all. And then there’s Reece… he’s an asshole. We had a fling when I trained with the group of assassins now staying with me. We never had a stable relationship and things ended very, very badly.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

I am Laina Randall-Silvermoon the Luna of Bloodsvain and not the runaway Breeder that changed my life forever. The End

I watched as Chris’s hand bleed more and more, as I swung the bag over my shoulder, knowing he wouldn’t be able to carry it with his shoulder anymore. “I can’t shoot well with my left hand, which means we’re almost as good as dead at the moment.” Chris gritted out as we slowly walked out of the warehouse, our shoes crunching loudly over hundreds of bullets. What the fuck did you do to result in this amount of people being after your life, Chris? I questioned him silently as I watched him glance around the streets carefully from side to side before cursing, quieting beneath his breath, and suddenly pushing me behind a big truck with a sharp nudge of his left elbow, making me stumble for a mom

“So what are we watching?” “Oh!” Rose piped up. “There’s a new one that came out that I want to watch.” She grabbed the remote from him and started scrolling through streaming services. She pulled up Bladerunner 2049. “This isn’t exactly new,” Trevor commented. “Well, I haven’t seen it yet, so to me it is,” she said snidely. I smiled to myself. Staying here was starting to seem better and better. At least, for now.