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he whispered, his voice thick with tension. The sheets beneath me were pure white silk, and I felt sick knowing I was ruining them with my blood. My face felt like it was on fire. A throbbing, white-hot pain pulsed from my cheekbone all the way down to my jaw, making my eyes water. But I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my fists. I had to hold the pain in. I couldn't let it show. I was just a maid, and showing weakness in front of the Alpha felt dangerous, even if he was being kind right now.

The vehicles trapped in the front half of the convoy—sandwiched between the rockslide behind them and Baraka’s obsidian-filled trench ahead—slammed into one another in a chaotic, screeching pileup of twisted metal and shattered glass. A suffocating cloud of red dust washed over the pass, temporarily blinding both armies. From his position at the edge of the trench, Baraka didn't blink. The violet Star-Code fire in his eyes cut through the blinding dust like twin lighthouses. He had orchestrated the trap perfectly. The Vanguard’s momentum was broken. Their superior numbers were divided. "Do not engage lethally!" Baraka roared over the din of crashing trucks and screaming zealots, his voice am

"Tonight, we raid for blood! Prepare for War!" A deafening, earth-shattering battle cry erupted from the digital army, shaking the very foundations of the broken code. The game had changed. The Resistance was armed. And Server Zero was coming online.

Isabella Rossi's POV The red dot of an infrared laser sight was locked dead center on my forehead. 350 yards away, a sniper from the Santoro famiglia was perched atop the tower. Lorenzo Santoro's cold voice cut through my earpiece. "Target 01 is in position to test the blast resistance of the new ballistic glass. Countdown: tre, due, uno." There was no hesitation. With a deafening bang, the round slammed into the glass in front of me with massive force. Even though the pane held, the terrifying kinetic energy transferred through the barrier like a physical blow, rupturing my eardrum and rattling my skull.

“I’ll hold them off.” Reina nodded, and they quickly slipped out the back door. Russe turned to face the incoming men, drawing out his claws. “F*&k you!” He had faced many battles before, but he knew that this one would be different. These men were not like the shadowy figures in the forest. They were real humans, and they were armed.

Malakai said and saw the map the two were looking at. It was the building, it's corridors and every exit and entrance. "We're trying to seal off anywhere they can come in. But they already started the attack out side at the front. Astrid is there with some agents, its an active shootout. Ten is keeping all the cops away by hacking into their databases and turning them away from here. We don't know how to stop it though." Aiden explained and Malakai thought for a moment. Thank god the police won't be an issue, but he needed to stop this before it turned into a bloodbath.

The door slams closed and locks, and his eyes widen. "What did you do!" He steps forward, and I watch the mask slip. I watch him move, and nothing happens. "Oh, we forgot to tell you the cells block everything: wolves, Mermaids, Dragons, magic, even Warlocks now, thanks to the Merfolk's help." Darius looks at him, amused.

Lola glanced over at Mike, who stood ahead, his eyes scanning Everywhere with slight fear. “We’ll be fine,” Mike said softly, catching her glance. “Stick to the plan.” Lola nodded. “I will.” --- The silence didn’t last long. From the east came the first sign of the enemy—a low growl, growing louder with every passing second. Then, like a wave, rogues burst through the trees, their eyes glowing red with fury. “Hold your ground!” Mike bellowed. The battle began instantly. Rogues lunged forward, claws slashing, their snarls mixing with the clash of weapons. Lola sidestepped an attack, her dagger slicing through a rogue’s side. Another rushed toward her, but Jessica intercepted it, her twin blad

“...FFE confirmed!" Beck stiffened instantly. A strangled, broken sound of absolute distress escaped his throat, and his face turned entirely white. Hayden looked at him, his brow furrowing. “B?” he whispered so low that only Beck and Myla heard. “What does that code mean?” Beck swallowed hard, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at Jared. “It’s an extreme, emergency military protocol,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “When a mission has gone to absolute shit, and there is no hope of evacuation or recovering the objective, the commander on site can issue that specific code. It tells the command center to drop a wipeout bomb directly onto the coordinates.”

Dolly said looking lovingly at her son. Tresh nodded to his mother knowing too well what she meant. Big G was the next to speak. “I hate long speeches, I will talk for all your friends in here so we can start eating and jamming.” “Yeh!” his friends agreed in unison. “TT my man, we are proud of you. You beat rehab’s ass, you kicked that Red snake out of your life,” Big G said, his face expression changing to disgust when mentioning Reds, whom he despised for getting Tresh hooked into drugs.