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The knife caught the moonlight, reflecting a sharp, icy gleam—clearly a weapon of exceptional quality, capable of cutting through iron like mud. Thomas didn't flinch. He stepped back smoothly, dodging the strike, and in one fluid motion, disarmed the man. The assassin—a seasoned mercenary—froze in shock. Impossible. He ranked in the global top three for assassinations, and number one in close-quarters combat. How could his weapon be taken so easily? In that split second of distraction, a cold gleam flashed in Thomas's eyes. He swung the blade—and with a silver arc through the dark air, the assassin's pinky finger was severed clean off.

one of them demanded, his voice trembling. "You should answer my question first," Gideon replied. "We don't know anyone named Zane. Our leader is Owen, but apparently, he's a friend of Mr. Farrell from the Farrell family," another assassin said quickly. "Ah, I see." Gideon nodded thoughtfully as he sized them up. "You're not bad. Definitely elite-level assassins," Gideon remarked casually, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "But unfortunately, I don't think any of you are capable of escaping me," he added, his tone dripping with quiet confidence.

"You should know that we had an assassin's attack, did you have any suspects?" "The Autumn will surely have no hand in this since the assassins also attack different packs," Sage said just like they had thought. "I don't have any suspect yet though I've not seen what the assassins look like and the type of skills they make use of," Fennick told the Alpha. "They use the highest skill," Rae disclosed to him. "Really? Wow… Those assassins will be so powerful. The highest golden skill is the mastery one can use to defeat a war."

"I am here, and I have to say you are more than what I could have ever imagined he said slowly. "How will the twins determine when our victims died?" he asked but before I could answer, both Aslan and Arden were back, and their presence seemed to slow down my racing heart. Alpha Caspian? What are you trying to do to my heart? Giving me everything I asked for, Aslan wore gloves at his turn. I was surprised to see Caspian do the same thing. "Listen to me attentively. We are recording all the needed information, but if you see anything unusual do not hesitate to mention it,"

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

“Thank you for helping me protect my wife. I owe all of you.” The men vow their heads in acknowledgment before they make their way to their vehicles. Maleah remains quiet on the way home, which worries me a little. I killed men in front of her. I just hope that she can move past this. The life of an Assassin isn’t an easy one.

However, we understand that not saying anything is the best route to take. It’s late in the afternoon by the time our research is completed. Hunter rises from his seat and stretches his lithe body with a jaw-cracking yawn. “Hey, man, would you mind giving me a ride to the boutique? I promised Mal I’d take her out tonight, and it’s later than I thought. She’ll be pissed if I’m late. Plus, unlike you and the others, I have to go to the tailor next door to be measured for a tux. Savage wants everyone ready, or heads will roll.” I roll my eyes in exasperation. “That’s what you get for dressing like a poor college student. Our tailor has had our measurements for years. Perhaps you should start dr

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

And now only less than then assassins are left standing. One of the assassins took off its mask. It is a middle aged man. A man familiar to me. "El Morte," I said under my breath. It is the name of the guild. And the man who took of his mask is one of their first class assassins, Franco. I know him because we once fought but he escaped when he got severely injured. Didn't know he actually survived that. "Isn't it ironic? Werewolves are very strict when it comes to morality, and yet you are with an assassin from House of Spades?" Franco said playfully as his eyes drifted to me.

“Someone explain to me why that name sounds like the apocalypse.” Lena studied her. “You’ve never heard of him?” “No.” “That’s actually impressive,” Lena said. Then she turned back to Arun. “He’s careful with his reputation.” Arun exhaled slowly. “Yes. He is.” Alina’s patience snapped. “Okay, enough mysterious silence. Who the hell is he?” Lena answered. “He’s the best assassin alive.” Alina frowned. “There are plenty of those.” Lena shook her head. “Not like him.” She stepped closer, her boots echoing softly on the concrete.