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Then, Xareth raised his hand again, and he shooting stopped. He stepped forward, his voice calm and cruel. “I can end this. I can kill every last one of you right here, right now,” he said, eyes sweeping over the trembling mass of survivors. “But I’m feeling generous.” He turned to Alpha Thorne, a cruel glint in his eye. “I offer you a choice, a fight to the death. You and me. If you win, your pack lives, if I win…” His smirk returned. “Sable Howl belongs to Crimson Dusk.”

“My name is Zara. This is Hero, Tristan, Boston, Tabitha, Cyrus, and Kristina. And Jeremy is the wolf who is not going to tear out your throat.” Turning my head, I looked at my second in command practically breathing relentlessly. I nodded at him, and he immediately sat down. "Paxton," the Alpha said calmly. "As you likely know, I am the Alpha here. My mate is Finna. If you are friends with Joseph, you are not welcome in this pack.” "I am not his friend. I believe he killed my brothers and sisters.” Paxton reached over and took the flare gun from Finna. “He's been dead for eight months,” he said. “When did your siblings die?”

If not for the marsh, he would have dropped to his knees in reverence. Sensing the looming threat, Alexander knew they were involved in something more serious. He turned to Wyatt. "Head back. I'll take it from here." This was his fight, and there was no need to risk anyone else. Frankly, more people would just get in the way. Feyen Cooper and Arcan were a tough pair to crack. There was no room for distraction or playing the guardian angel. "Indeed, Gomorrah's weakness lies in its horns," remarked Wyatt before turning on his heel and striding away. 'This place is a ghost town. No one sticks around longer than necessary,' he mused.

" the question echoed, but Grayson remained silent. Wyatt's eyes darkened, a low growl escaping from his chest. "Please, don't... please, I beg you," Grayson pleaded. "That is not the answer I'm looking for," Wyatt retorted. He could sense the terror in Grayson's eyes, and with a swift strike, his claws transformed into lethal weapons, slashing the hunter's neck and ending his life. "Clean the place," Wyatt commanded, his mind focused on the task at hand. Ruben expressed his concern about the implications of killing a hunter, knowing that more would inevitably come.

“How could I forget? The ultimate sacrifice. Tell me. How long were you celebrated for ridding the pack of the infamous terrible Ultima?” “I regret much about the things I did, brother.” He whispers. “I am not your brother, Abraham. Axel died.” Leisurely, I stalk over to Abraham and look him up and down. I’ve always been bigger than him, not by much, but enough for there to be a noticeable difference. I glare down at him. “You killed him. Now state your business before I end you.” “Axel please…” a soft voice calls from the trees.

Finding out I have to kill Sage has been a hard pill to swallow. I have a few months left of my pregnancy before I have to lore Sage onto sacred ground and kill her to unite lycans and werewolves. Out of all the scenarios I imagined how I would finish this destiny quest, killing Sage wasn’t one of them. While Sage and I are no longer friends, and I hold deep resentment towards her for how she used me, I still don’t want to kill her. Zane suggested I have Sasha take control for the actual killing part. It’s not a bad idea and one that I’m going to go with because it’s the only way I can even attempt to stomach what I have to do.

Her phantom was slowly fading, leaving only a sigh, "Karina, none of these should have happened." Sofia's phantom dissipates completely as Wyatt walks over to the dying Karina and grips his claws around her throat, "This is for my mom." Karina's face had gone nearly white as she forced a smile, "She shouldn't be in my way." Karina coughed intensely and closed her eyes completely. Wyatt let go of his hand and watched silently as Karina's chest lost its rise and fall completely. Harper fall into a deep sleep. She did not see Wyatt kill almost all of his enemies, the witches flee, and Simon scampered away with Pearson. She, along with Wyatt and their warriors, managed to finish the battle.

“Let's talk, Kaira.” I recognized him then. I recognized his icy-blue eyes and nearly white, curly hair. His name was Soren. He belonged to Jarith's personal squad of warriors—the fucking elite. My stomach roiled as he looked at me and gave me a cold smile. “You can turn this to your favor, you know?” I inwardly cursed but then shifted and grabbed the mantle to cover myself. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you this instant,” I hissed.

Arya lowered her gaze again. How could refusing to eat actually kill someone? At that moment, a maid entered with dessert Luciano had ordered earlier. Luciano took the tray from her. “It’s time for her to eat.” Daxiel finally stepped aside while Luciano placed the tray before Arya. “I’m not eating,” Arya said instinctively, pushing the plate away. “Start eating,” Daxiel ordered. Arya looked at him defiantly. “And if I don’t?” Daxiel slowly dragged a finger across his throat in a killing gesture.

Sasha whispered, her voice barely audible. “They are the remnants of this realm,” the man said, his tone almost casual. “Souls that were trapped and lost. They hunger for freedom, for release. And now that you’re here… you’ll either join them or destroy them. Either way, I win.” The shadows lunged. Sasha reacted instinctively, rolling to the side and grabbing the dagger strapped to her thigh. She slashed at the nearest creature, the blade cutting through its dark form like smoke. It let out a piercing screech and dissolved into nothingness.