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Dante rolled his shoulders slightly, tension settling deep in his bones. Maybe Hunting them. Breaking them. Killing them. wasn’t enough. Maybe he should use more deadly means the type he has never used before. His sure that Scotts won't see this coming , they would plead for death as their only easy option. His jaw tightened. --- “There,” Scorpion said, pointing at the police van. Blue lights flashed ahead in the distance. It was the police convoy. Two cars. One van. and the other, a patrol police car Dante leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing.

“What the habit have I done? Scott Nollax. 16 years old teenager stood over the body of a homeless woman in the middle of an empty street in Rochester, New York. I’m sorry I’m so sorry”. The feigner was covered in the woman's blood from his mouth to his chest. Sirens echoed from behind him as police cars drove from a distance. “No…. No……No” Scott ran from the Police cars, zooming away at superhuman speed. The air rushing through his blue hair with a silver highlighter in it.

“He became the mind of an underground organization formed to lure people who possesses the eye of the devil which could open the doors to hell.” Scott halted at the last sentence of the first page. For a brief moment, his mind seems to have crossed a different path, urging his hands to fan the pages towards the latter and what he discovered next froze him at one point when he confirmed his thoughts. “The man now stares at the book to where his life story has been written, failing to notice the creature looming above him…”

Liv says, dying of curiousity from his words as well as the other officers words. Murder motel. Like his father and brother. When girls go missing you can find them in the well. Trudy's words about him being a murder like his family. This officers words about him being cleared of any involvement. She is starting to paint a picture in her mind of what might have happened here, but she wants answers. “Excuse me, Officer..” “Micheals.” He supplies. “Officer Micheals. I am going to retire to my room for the evening.” She holds out a hand to him and gives him a smile. “It was nice to meet you.”

“Who else have you told?” “I’m not a gossip, sweetheart.” Scott had kept me inside his tinted SUV for so long that the sun had set. The full moon was rising. Scott took a good twenty minutes to ramble about the moon’s superiority and how tonight was good night for a run because he could feel it in his bones. We dropped off Ellis first at some unknown location for her to be questioned. Scott wouldn’t tell me anything about her either. His lips were sealed, and it was killing me.

One small tig on my hand and I was sitting on his knee. “What,like being kidnapped by the mob?” I muttered. Throwing back his head, The Judge laughed. “You weren't kidnapped by the mob Taylor.” sobering so suddenly that it left me wondering whether that laugh was genuine, his dark eyes met mine. He had a thing about looking into my eyes. And the closer we were the better. It was almost like he wanted to see something in them, like he was searching deep into my soul for something that only he knew about. “I'm pretty sure-”

"That smells amazing. I think I need one right now. How about we go grab some coffee?" He suggests and I quickly nod my head. "Yes, please." We quickly make our way over and take a seat. "So, have you heard anything about the rogues recently?" I ask, looking down at my coffee as I put sugar in it. Scott stays quiet for a moment before he speaks. "No... We have no new leads from my side and they haven't attacked in a while... So everyone is a little on edge..." He says and I nod my head slowly. "When is the last time you talked to Derek?"

Scott interrupted his brother, “Yes, we’re going to be okay.” “Oh yeah, where is he at again?” Albert asked. Scott checked his phone. “Uhh, he was just at the PDC Orphanage, but now he’s stopped at some small coffee place called SB Coffee.” The road-bound thanked them for their kindness while he thought about the encounter he’s going to have with his brother. And as the rough road from the back road jumbled his thoughts and his body organs, some hundreds of cars he heard just arrived at the building behind him making him glad he left not one minute later.

Scott tightly gripped the steering wheel and pressed on the accelerator to follow them. He trailed behind them until they reached the entrance of The River Taste. A frown creased his face as he observed the constant stream of luxury cars arriving at the hotel. Scott wondered, 'Is there some sort of gala happening here tonight? I didn't receive any news about it.' Scott avoided eye contact and observed Caroline and Zeke exiting the car and walking toward the hotel entrance. Preparing to join them, he unfastened his seatbelt.

Scott asked. “The party over at Tyler’s starts at six. He should be here soon,” I said. Scott looked at the clock, then back at me. “Perfect timing. I need to pick up my load and get the truck back on the road.” He paused, searching my face. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me? No wolves, just the road. I’m heading to California. It’d be fun.” I gave him a gentle smile. “Not this time. Really, Scott, I’m safe and happy here.” He looked so defeated I added, “Maybe next time.”