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"You could never have. I'd cut off the connection, and what you saw on the surveillance cam was an act. The report was also a fake. The STD wasn't transferred, but I ingested coffee tainted with your blood by accident. I was forced to take PEP for two weeks to prevent transmission." I turned my eyes to the dumbstruck Donald. "Besides, you've already found a new host to… leech from." Then, I strode off before they could say anything. The weight that'd been haunting me was finally gone. I booked a flight for Astermis. It was scheduled for tonight, and I had some packing up to do. … While I was sampling local food in Astermis, Donald bombarded my phone with message after message. 'Cynthia, you

“What’s going on?” Allen asked frantically. “We… We’ve been found out, and that guy… He’s really dangerous.” Allen’s eyes widened in shock. “What do you mean? What’s actually happening?” “He’s really strange and dangerous. He’s releasing an excessive amount of pheromones. His intimidating aura is truly overwhelming. He’s giving us nosebleeds, Fred even threw up blood.” Allen truly didn’t expect to hear such a report from his men. Up until now, the reports they’d given Allen had merely covered Aslan’s situation, and everything had always been fine.

Victor refused to let go. They crashed into the glass railing and a loud sound echoed through the air. A long spiderweb fracture split across the center of the glass panel. The city streets were yawning directly behind them dozens of stories down. Victor's eyes went wide. He didn't back down. He kept his grip on the mercenary's wrist, his face twisted with rage. The mercenary laughed, a guttural sound. He twisted his hand, breaking Victor's grip. Raised the blade. The mercenary pulled the knife back, his muscles bulging under his jacket. He drove the steel blade straight toward Victor's chest as they both crashed heavily against the breaking glass.

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He was wearing an iron mask, and four vajra steel claws on both his hands. The mercenary was startled at first and muttered something to himself, “Is that, the Wolverine of Asia?” He then saw that many people were rushing down towards Brimstone Valley from that slope. “F*ck, it's an enemy attack,” shouted the mercenary as another man rushed up. Through the searchlight, this man was also dumbfounded for a moment by this situation. “How is this possible?” In a split second, they raised their guns at the same time and sounded the alarm.

This was precisely where the rift had been, he was sure of it. But there was only grassy earth where the hollow crack in the land had once been. He sat heavily upon it, balling his hands into fists. “The rifts are all gone,” said a strange voice, one Atticus couldn’t quite place. He looked up, scrubbing his sallow face and blinking blearily. Looking at the stranger was like looking straight into the sun. “They’re gone,” he said again, and Atticus decided the stranger was, indeed, a he. “Red Ripper is gone; so too are the nasty side-effects of their dangerous magic. The rifts were cracks in the very fabric of the world. No Red Ripper, no rifts.” He shrugged.

Cautiously, the servant pushed the door open to peek inside. Kaden lay unconscious on the carpet, his breathing shallow. The servant immediately called the pack's healer and rushed him to the infirmary. Judy and Dave aged dramatically in under a month. They stayed close outside the emergency room, looking like they were about to pass out. Unfortunately, the healer had to be the bearer of bad news. "Alpha Kaden collapsed from dehydration and malnutrition. On top of that, he's struggling with the severe aftermath of the broken mate bond. While these symptoms aren't life-threatening, he's experiencing significant mental distress and is at high risk of self-harm if not addressed."

So it was easier to discern the order in the sky than farther north or farther south, where everything would seem more chaotic. A fallen angel... enshrined in moonlit seas. Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controv

He looked up as we entered, his face pale, his spectacles askew. “The First Territory,” he said without preamble. “I found it. Or rather, I found what the Council tried to erase about it.” He spread a fragile map across the table. The northern range. The Black Spires. And at their heart, the inverted seven-pointed star. “The Moonborn didn’t originate with the Council’s seal,” Ferris said. “They came from here. From the Black Spires. The oldest records—the ones Eamon smuggled out before the temple fell—call it the place where the first door was opened.”