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Henry's POV I closed my eyes shut as I anticipated that painful moment when my head would fly off my neck but then... “Unhand him," I heard a voice say causing the men to stop. I opened my eyes and I saw the men looking all scared and afraid. What is causing them to act this way? My eyes slowly landed on the man who had spoken and my eyes dilated in shock. Victor Blade! The most notorious and dangerous assassin ever, who is known for hunting fellow werewolves and other supernatural creatures like vampires and witches. What is he doing here? Is he perhaps the same assassin at the alley? Is he also after the bounty??!

Without hesitation, she rushed forward, closing the distance between herself and the assassin before April could react. The assassin revealed a rapier from beneath his cloak, meeting Emily in a clash of steel. He swung with practiced precision, his blade a blur as he aimed for her vitals. Emily dodged the first three strikes, each swing narrowly missing her by mere inches. Her movements were deliberate, calculated. When she spotted an opening, she lunged forward, driving her blade into his gut with surgical accuracy. She quickly retreated, her instincts guiding her to maintain distance as the effect of her blade’s poison began to take hold. The assassin’s movements faltered as his body betra

Another assassin. Except this time, he didn’t have Ryedir there to protect him. All he had was his own skills honed over a scant few weeks. He danced back as the assassin lunged again and Kari realized that he mustn’t want to leave any possible warning for Ryedir. He might be able to bring down Kari but there was no chance he would take out the Blademaster without the element of surprise. He cursed as the dagger sunk into the flesh of his arm as he moved seconds too late.

The blade glinted, catching the sunlight. The assassin wielding the blade reared back and aimed. Elias was preoccupied with his third kill and unaware of the blade slicing through the air at him. I moved without hesitation before I could think and used my body to shield his. A soft, pained gasp escaped from my lips as the blade sliced through my skin and buried itself down to the hilt in my chest. Time seemed to freeze, and white danced in my vision. I staggered on my feet, watching as blood soaked through my shirt to the floor.

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a

He throws the body of the attacker off me like he's flinging a paper doll. They fly across the room and crash into the wall, the purple blade skittering across the floor. Tristan storms in and I hear the growl that rips out of his throat, "You picked the wrong fucking night." The assassin doesn't waste a beat. They sprint for the balcony. I watch the blade whizz through the air, pulled by an unnatural force, like a boomerang returning back into the attacker's hand. I scramble up, "Don't let her escape!"

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

I lunged, grabbing George’s still-warm corpse and hoisting it in front of me as a shield. Bullets tore through his lifeless body, the impact pushing me back, but I held firm. My arms shook under the weight of the dead man, the thick scent of blood filling my nose, but I gritted my teeth and waited for the moment. The second their magazines clicked empty— I moved. Dropping George’s body, I lunged forward, my blade flashing under the dim, flickering light. The first guard barely had time to react before I plunged my knife into his throat. A choked gurgle escaped him as he staggered, crimson pouring from the deep wound.

I cried as I caught the flash of a dagger in the moonlight. The unknown woman slashed the dagger toward Selene, but my mate was faster. Selene dodged the attack, grabbing the woman’s wrist in the process and snapping it. The sickening crack of bone echoing through the night. I watched as Selene slammed her knee into the woman’s chest, leaning to whisper something in her ear before shifting her fingers to claws and tearing the woman’s throat out. “Do you have a death wish or something?” She screeched, turning toward where I sat clutching my side. “You were warned that assassins were coming, and you throw yourself at the first one you see?”

Now, all she could see were the man's vital points, all of his openings and his blade. She darted in so quickly the man didn’t have time to react and she took her own blade out of its scabbard. She stabbed the man though his heart then she swiftly pulled the blade free before quickly darting towards the other man without hesitation or pause. The man was much faster than his partner, who had already collapsed on the floor dead, and was able to block her blade with his own. The man was now on guard with his blade in hand, his eyes narrowed at her.