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Even when money was tight, I gave him all I had, all I could have even used to set myself up, even slipping crumpled bills into his hand when he came back broke from wasting it on shallow shows to impress people. And yet… this was what I got in return? This was the reward for my sacrifices? Tears streamed hot down my cheeks as I stared at him, the betrayal carving deeper with every second. “You promised me, Ethan. You promised me!” My voice trembled as I turned toward Vera, who sat proudly on the bed, not a hint of shame in her posture. “Why now? And with her?”

He then coldly said, “I don’t care what kind of grudge you all have against each other, but since I will be taking triple the amount of money already, I have to do my job. “I’ll give you a chance. Kneel and end your own life!” “If you wait for me to do it for you, you’ll have a terrible, terrible time ahead! “If that time comes, you’ll even regret being born to this world...” Hulk Hank was one of the chieftains of the Lone Wolves’ mercenaries. He was already extremely arrogant and egotistical, he disdained the idea of letting his men finish off Harvey. He wanted Harvey to kneel and end his own life because there are no more humiliating ways to die other than that.

Yet, as I glanced at Jasmin and saw the silent reassurance in her eyes, I found hope in the knowledge that this sacrifice was for a greater cause. Yes, it was all for my mother—the chance to see her rise from her illness and regain her strength. With her treatment underway and surgery scheduled to be done soon. I clung to the hope that this sacrifice would be worth it. But deep down, uncertainty lingered, casting a shadow over the future that lay ahead. "Varya I will be taking my old man to the house, you go to the company with your friend, we have a meeting in an hour," Kylo said and turned to leave immediately.

He nodded. Hunter bit him, waited for the twitching to stop, then bit his own hand and offered his blood. The man staggered to his feet. Mid-thirties, decent looking. “You saved me,” he said. “I’m Hank.” “Hank, you know how to be loyal?” Hunter asked. Hank nodded. “Then you’re with me. Let’s go.” N&S Company

Her eyes were fixed on the sky with a hollow, terrifying blankness. "She is alive." The elder monk pressed his fingers to her neck, feeling the faint pulse beneath the ruined skin. As the sun beat down on the carnage, the monks stayed. They did not have much, but they had respect for the dead. They spent the day digging shallow graves in the hard earth, burying the people of Oakhaven so the crows would not have them. When the last body was covered, they fashioned a stretcher from salvaged wood and linen. They lifted Mara last survivor of a village once brimming with life and took her away.

“I have to give it to you, you have balls. Maybe that’s why you are very successful in business. You came into a werewolf pack as a human and have laid baseless accusations against the Alpha and his pack members. Only a foolish person or someone willing to die can do this. However, I will spare your life if you leave now. Don’t say I did not do something good for you.” Hank started to argue but noticed how Alpha Damien’s eyes had changed colours and his hands had transformed into claws. “I...” “You are still talking?” Alpha Damien growled, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down Hank's spine. Hank got up quickly, realizing he had pushed too far. He had to be alive if he wanted to help

She paused, then continued, "I had to sacrifice Hannah. It's the only way to ensure peace." Hadzen's fists curled up, voice growing, spittle running over words. "Hannah to be a sacrifice? It's your blood she is, Granda! Are you proposing an offering as if making Hannah a victim will get anything better sorted out? Anything you've created, Grandfarmer you have destroyed even more."

In an instant, Hank's right arm was cleanly severed at the shoulder, falling to the ground as blood jetted out. "Ahh..." Hank hit the dirt, screaming in a frenzy. "Second Young Master!" The other warrior, still trembling, hurried to his aid. "Ready to answer my question now?" Nevaeh asked after a brief pause, her gaze fixed on Hank. "You... You're a dead woman. I swear you're done for!" Hank, catching his breath, yelled back in rage. "My brother's a big shot in Citrakuta's Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he's in a meeting with some of Rackaham's top brass right now. When he's done, you're finished!"

I say before Hank rests his hand on my shoulder just as dad did. "I'm already proud of you, Logan. And so is your dad. What you did this week with Kincaid took guts. You and Gavin both surprised us. You surprised Kincaid too. He underestimated the two of you greatly, and the mistake will hopefully cost him his life. I am proud to be in this pack, Logan," Hank says, and Lazarus howls within our head at the recognition we are receiving. "I'm sorry I had to risk Gavin getting hurt to accomplice my plan, though. I swear I had a plan," I say, and Hank chuckles.

Harry and the others shouted with joy while pointing at Kaze. Hank was a wreck. He lifted his head and saw Kaze standing in the office. “Ah!” he exclaimed and fell on his bottom. “What’s the matter, Hank? Did the preliminaries wipe you out?” Hank got up to his feet. “Did you see the God of War?” an individual asked. “I saw him.” Hank stared at Kaze and forced an ugly smile. “Oh. Did he find you outstanding?” “Hurry up and bail us out, but the bastard from the disciplinary commission needs to apologize to us first,” the group uttered.