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"What the hell are you talking about? Do you have any idea what the hell you are saying, Beta Julian?" There was silence at the other end of the call. Julian's voice was heard once more. "I know what I just said, Alpha. We found Selene's corpse deep inside the Dark Forest." Fenris felt his world fall apart. A deep growl exploded from deep inside his throat. His eyes turned red as he punched violently at the wall next to him. "No! This isn't possible! How could she be dead?! How can she be dead?!" My brother, Damian, jumped with shock from Fenris' action. He felt a tightness in his throat. "Fenris, who died?"

These where our leaders, there was no need to further spur them on. "You brat. Have you no respect? You think you can talk to him this way? Nothing bunch of disobedient-" Master cut him off with a shift of the hood. The Henchman quieted down, but you could still tell he was angry with the way he trembled. I knew I crossed the line, but I wasn't sorry for my actions. War would not wait for his reply.

It would smear Dad's reputation, yet everyone would think I wrote it. "The dead should stay dead," Kate said, smiling as she wiped every photo of me from the phone. By afternoon, the pack enforcers had arrived at the manor. "Alpha Jack, we received a report that your daughter's death may involve you. We're here to investigate." Marcus had reported my death. "She ran away," Jack said, trying for calm but landing on brittle. The captain, Nelson Wright, set a crystal sphere on the foyer table. "This is a life sensor. If Ms. Ava Blackwood is alive and not in mortal danger, it will glow."

She raised her hand and struck herself so hard that blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. "I was so stupid and stubborn… You were only ten. We could have given you everything, but for the sake of some ridiculous lesson, I actually… Joshua, I failed you." Mr. Gibson and the officers stood near the door, their eyes welling with tears as they sighed in deep sorrow. The next morning, they brought my body back. We went straight to the funeral home for the cremation. Outside the incinerator room, Dad leaned against the wall. His eyes were fixed on the furnace door without blinking.

I floated in mid-air, staring at the gooey, lumpy mess that was once my body—though it could hardly be called that anymore. Rotting flesh clung to the skeleton like damp, dark soil, mixing with the coal dust around. An absolutely nauseating stench was coming from it, enough to make one gag. Even I couldn't tell that this used to be the Francesca Marino who once dominated the underworld. "Don Costa, why have you come personally?" The one who spoke was Matteo Costa's right-hand man and the Underboss of the family, Paolo Torento. His face was twisted into a disgusted grimace as he pinched his nose shut.

He looked offended and confused at the same time when Zachary’s men were laughing at him. He didn’t understand why they were so calm about this. His boss got that that young master’s red card and Zachary Dawson was not supposed to be this calm. Not to mention he seemed to bring only ten of his men. “You ugly bastard! Who you are talking to our young master like that?!” They snapped at him, made him almost flinched. He was not supposed to be scared but that man they called young master Dawson stood so tall and mighty in the middle really bring out the different dark aura.

Edward sighed " I don't really know but this only happens with DNA's of identical twins, some identical twins have the same DNA's while some have slightly different DNA's, the eldest miss and the eldest Master are fraternal twins so it's impossible to assume that the DNA we conducted years ago was that of the eldest Master" Vince frowned " Conduct another test, this time around, it would be on the eldest Master, I want it done discreetly and I would bring the sample to you" " But master, why didn't you expose Head physician Howard" Vince shook his head " It isn't time yet" * * * * The Camp Of The Undead* *Devil's lane* Elder two had stopped breathing after the thirty fifth strike and the men