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the people shouted but Xander snarled at them, he could only care less about his revealed secret, he had just one goal and the goal is to kill Skyler and then he would kill anyone who stood between him and the alpha position. Xander shifted into his massive golden brown wolf and attacked Skyler, but Skyler was fast enough to dodge the attack. He quickly shifted into his large black wolf and striked Xander with his paws. Xander growled, feeling the pain on his jaw as blood slightly gathered at the tip of the cut on Xanders jaw. He growled loudly again before charging towards Skyler, giving him a heavy punch on his head and biting his leg, Skyler fell to the ground and Xander quickly placed hi

exclaimed Xander who started the conversation when they had been silent for a long time "I didn't get a sign, however, I don't know why Logan is suddenly like that. Do you think something bad will happen?" Sighing, Xander then changed his seat and faced Alice completely. "Alice, promise me. If what happens in the future, you must stick to your stance. I had this dream a few days ago and I just realized it. There will be someone who is stalking you and wants your death. I hope you can trust me. , nor Logan! I even suspect a bit of the middle-aged woman who is always with you" Xander exclaimed

The Citadel, which was supposed to be a frozen graveyard by dawn, was now glowing on the horizon like a fallen star. The freight elevator hit the top floor and hissed open, releasing a cloud of superheated steam. Xander stepped out first, his torn tactical coat snapping behind him like a tattered cape. He looked absolutely feral—his chest and arms were marked with fresh, glowing scars from the Daemon fight, and his midnight-blue eyes were burning with a predatory, imperial hunger. "Status report!" Xander roared, his voice echoing through the corridor with the weight of absolute Admin Privileges.

"No! You can't mean you want me to..." "I'm afraid he does, dear," Julia said. "I think we'd better..." "No! Not that. I won't do that." The Stalker walked over to stand in front of Kelly, raising the shotgun to her face. Kelly stared at it, mesmerised, her mouth slightly open. The Stalker pushed the barrel of the gun between her lips. "Open wider," he commanded, and she complied, not thinking, and he pushed four inches of cold, metal gun barrel into her mouth. She gagged. "Now suck on it, pussy. Suck on it like you're gonna suck on my cock later on. Suck on it, or I'll pull this trigger an' I'll just have one pussy to play with."

“That’s what the white creature is. A Gravok. They herd Ferals. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” I gave a watery laugh. “It was a dream, Xan. You can’t fight dreams.” “I hate that it touched you at all,” he growled, brushing damp hair from my face. “I hate anything that scares you.” I closed my eyes and reached inside myself. Wolf? You there? Nothing. Not even an echo. Figures, I thought. Just trauma. Xander suddenly pulled back, clapped his hands once, and flashed that wicked grin that always melted my defenses.

Steven called back. “I need your help,” he ran after me. “Stacy has been arrested,” he said. I resisted the urge to jump up in excitement, hearing the news, but nothing prepared me for his next statement. “She's Master X,” he dropped the bomb.

The Master AI blinked, projecting the route. << ACTIVATING ROUTE GUIDANCE. DISTANCE TO BIOLOGY RESEARCH CENTER: 5 KILOMETERS. >> << ROUTE: THROUGH SLUM AREAS CONTAMINATED BY 'PEEPER ZOMBIES' (NEW VARIANT: 'STALKER ZOMBIE' – HIGHLY CUNNING, MOVES WITHOUT SOUND, SENSITIVE TO WI-FI SIGNALS). << Warning: High risk of falling into the 'Silence Trap'. >> Stalker Zombies? Wi-Fi signal sensitive? Bima frowned.

​Suddenly, the invisible ghosts were outlined in white powder, skeletal figures made of dust and malice. ​"Now I see you," Leo growled. ​The Silver and the Stone ​Elena didn't need another signal. She erupted from the shadows of a supply crate, her silver molecular blades humming a low, deadly tune. She was a whirlwind of precision, her blades cutting through the Stalkers' pressurized suits. Every time she struck, a hiss of filtered oxygen escaped, followed by a spray of dark, synthetic blood. ​But the Stalkers were relentless. They didn't scream; they didn't retreat. They fought with a clinical, hive-mind efficiency, their plasma blades carving glowing orange lines through the dark.

"Kael, that’s today. The day of the crash. The day everything supposedly ended." "It didn't end, Maya," Kael said, his eyes fixed on the rising mechanical shapes in the sand. "It began. We weren't dying in that car. We were being recruited." Sela grabbed my arm, her grip bruising. "We don't have time for a family reunion. Those are Stalkers. They’re built to track the specific neural signature of a Peak survivor. If they catch you, they don’t kill you. They plug you back in." The first machine reached the base of our gantry. It was a horrific fusion of chrome and biology, shaped like a wolf but with six spindly, multi-jointed legs that clicked against the rusted metal.

The enemy of everything she stood for had captivated her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd been played. Suddenly, the face her mind had tried to ignore stared back at her. Mr. Xang was in the photo too, standing at the extreme left of the photo, his arms draped tightly around a naked stripper's waist. He was the arms dealer she'd killed, and remembering she was the one that did the world that favor brought her a fleeting solace. Mr. Marcus Xang was connected to Stefan and the De Rico Mafia Empire. But how? Why?