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I asked. "Okay, I will read it out," Seth said. He coughed and sat upright to read the letter. *You failed to fulfill my first request, and I hope you fulfill this one, too, because you might end up losing the remaining three companies I have with me. Here's what you need to do to get your three companies back; bow to the Lycan king because he's the only one that can decide the fate of your company. Go live while bowing to him and your three companies will be released immediately without any problem. Alpha Lucian*

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

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And in that moment, the first Hunter was born. In the aftermath of the tearing, Allen Erickson didn't return to the football field. The golden boy of Asheville had been hollowed out, replaced by a vessel of cold, focused insanity. He spent his days in the charred husks of libraries and the hidden basements of occult bookstores, the ancient mage inside him guiding his hands toward manuscripts that would have driven a normal man to madness. He was studying, not for a degree, but for a genocide.

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

Then, the forest came to life. From these trees, the deep shadows emerged. The low rumble of a dozen more engines roared to life as more men emerged from the trees to circle the Crimson Sparrow pack completely. Henrique Crimson Sparrow turned pale. “Are we ready to talk business now?” I said sweetly. Henrique scoffed, trying to cover his fear. He pounded his fist on his helmet. “You think this scares me? Letting them waltz in here?” “Yes, considering you were generous to waltz into my territory,” I blurted.

I was supposed to meet back with him in a few more days. "I'll be back, I need to go take care of something." I get up for the couch and leave the house. Once I start to approach the west broader, going deep into the snowy forest, I see pack warriors standing there in wolf form growling and snapping sharp teeth. I make my way through the thick trees and pack warriors, making my way up to the front. Once I get to the front, I see Uncle Jax and Tilda's mate slowly stalking back and forth watching the vampire prince as he stands there a few yards away leaning up again a thick tree looking unbothered by the growling pack warriors.

They were fiction to humans, but all too real for people like Haydon and I. Slowly I skimmed the pages in one of the books and became fully aware of how much hatred vampire hunters had towards vampires. However, I realised that this was true mostly for the older generation. The generation my mom belonged to. Slowly I put the book down and headed to Haydon's bed where I sank gently into the duvets. Slowly I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, loving the potent scent of him. I was in an absolute state of peace when all of a sudden, I heard screams of agony coming from the room next door.

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My hands remain in the silver handcuffs but with slowly wriggling I manage free enough of my face to get a view of the situation. It’s carnage. I can make out the most familiar wolves. Cillian’s bright red wolf is imperious, warriors following his lead, savaging enemies with no mercy. A huge black wolf, a furred grim reaper with ruby eyes barrels past me and strikes into another smaller wolf, ripping the head clean off. /That must be Nikolai/ The battle seemed to be swinging the right way, there was no way the thirty-plus witches and guards I had seen could compete with the combined force of Shadowlands and White Forest. Pride swelled in my chest for my wonderful girl.