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A cold voice rang in his ear. “Old Scar” turned stiffly, meeting Jack’s blood-red wolf eyes. “I…” Jack didn’t give him a chance to speak. He grabbed “Old Scar” by the neck, and the powerful Alpha pressure instantly shattered “Old Scar’s” already fragile spirit, weakened by greed. “You…you…” “Old Scar’s” pupils dilated instantly. He seemed to see countless sea monsters surging from the deep sea, and a hallucination of himself being torn to pieces. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright.

"Remember what Beta Marco said. It's not about how you start, but how you finish. You can take him if you focus, and if it becomes too much, then you know what to do." "I understand," Titania communicated back. "You're not leaving these woods alive," Scar growled. "We'll see about that," Titania snarled back. "Darren wants you returned to him alive, but I don't think I can do that. I'm always one for finishing what I've started." "What is your sick obsession with Amari?" Titania asked curiously. "She embarrassed us when we fought in the woods!" He snapped. Titania rolled her eyes at the toxic masculinity that was emanating from the wolf.

She hesitated, unsure of what she was about to witness. As her eyes scanned the article’s title, her breath caught in her throat. A feeling of disbelief and rage settled in her stomach. The headline blared in bold letters: “Billionaire Tycoon, Ryan Marchetti, Weds Ex-wife of Business Rival, Scarlet Parker.” “This can’t be real.”

“They’re usually within the top 20 for the benefits. Class A and Class B are very far from our reach, even for me. If you see them coming close, run away. Immediately. Understand?” Zen nodded. So far, Sasha told him about the three scariest students in the academy. The first was “Death Princess” who was currently ranked 5. The second was a crazy psychopath, better known as the “Terrorist”, who ranked 11. The third was a blind and effeminate man with the nickname “Seer”, ironically. He was ranked 9. “Do you have their character profiles card?” he asked, and Sasha shook her head. “Don’t need them to know what they’re capable of. It’s an open secret. Do you not know?”

She had learned a lot about the terrifying things Titus did in the bedroom, which made even someone as experienced as her scared. “Some people said that Titus is into THAT kind of thing. How should I put this…” After some thinking, Myka suddenly had an inspiration. “That’s right! You’ve seen 50 Shades of Gray, right? Just like its male lead, Titus is into that kind of thing. He might look like a gentleman, but he’s really kinky in bed. I heard that he… killed a few women during sex. Of course, those are just rumors. I don’t know whether they’re true or not. But rumors don’t appear from nowhere, you know? You have to think about this clearly. It’s better to be safe than sorry, right?”

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"If we go in with guns blazing, he'll kill Zac for sure, and possibly Rick and Annie, too." "Star listen, wait a minute," Verus said, leaning over as his wavy light brown hair fell across my lap, and pulled my car door closed, a very dangerous move to do to a vamp. Then, he looked me straight in the eye. "You're right, Star, we don't have to go in with guns blazing. We go in quietly and get them out." He stopped to think for a bit as his eyebrows knit together. "But I want to be the one to kill Titus. I want the honor of his death." He looked me fiercely in the eye, his emerald eyes flaring brightly, truly looking like a gladiator. "Besides, you need me. You won't be able to find them otherw

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

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But as the images sharpen, horror crawls up my spine. The thumbnails are nauseating. Young boys and girls—far too young—are bound and bleeding, their eyes empty or wide with terror. Some scenes show adults masked in wolf imagery, laughing while they hurt them. The titles are vile. “Training the Pack," "Little Prey," "Broken Howls." "Jesus," Hayden breathes, his voice hollow. All the blood drains from my face. I feel sick to my stomach. "They've been doing this for years," my husband whispers, his voice cracking with disgust and rage. "This isn't just Rachel. This is... a network."