Novel & Cerita They Want To Kill Americans

“W-Who are you? D-Don’t come any closer! Don’t…don’t come any closer! Stay away! Stay away from me” “Hey, hey”, the first man tries to pacify me and I take a step back with chills coursing through my spine, “we are not going to hurt you” “You hurt him! You killed my driver. He’s dead!” The howling? The reason why they are shirtless. They shifted into their wolves and killed him in cold blood. “He put up a fight. We did what he had to do”, the second guy says matter-of-factly. No. No. Killing is wrong. Shifting and killing another being is wrong.

Dante's POV There is chaos in the cities because nobody knows what happened to the crooked politicians after the police and the FBI raided their offices, but most think that they have fled. The scandals has come out and most of those people that were in office are now out of office, but nobody knows what happened to them. Of course, they don't know that we have killed them. They think that they have fled to cities and that they are now in other countries under another name. I'm just glad that we're rid of all our enemies once and for all. They have gone too far. We cannot allow them to go any further. I will not allow it to happen on my watch. I am not going to allow them to come close to my

Elder Theron added. At that moment, I felt the same thing Rya felt—an intense fury that I couldn't just explain. I was sick to my stomach as I recapped his words in my ears. These people were willing to risk their lives and others—even if it had to be a minor—just to achieve their worst desires. They didn't want to rethink killing their Alpha, or destroying the pack's stability for a power they were never meant to hold. "What do we do with them?" Oscar peered into my eyes as he asked me.

Hunter’s fingers clenched around the phone so tight they went numb. “What?” It came out a croak. “She’s coming here to pick up where her old man left off. Gets in two days from now.” Fuck. Did that whole family have a death wish? Hunter ran a hand over his face. John Patterson had just been killed over there in a very barbaric way because of his beliefs. And the anti-American sentiment wasn’t any better over there now than it had been at the time of the murder. “Stupid timing.” Smack at the end of Ramadan, which would only make the radicals bolder if they wanted to try anything. As if they needed more incentive to carry out attacks on Americans, he thought with a disgusted shake of his head.

"At least forty packs across North America and hundreds of individual lycans. The purge will be systematic and thorough and they plan to use the hybrids as their primary weapon." Ross moved closer to look at the documents and his face went pale. "This is genocide," he whispered. "They are planning to commit genocide against anyone who does not submit to their rule and they think the hybrids will make them unstoppable." Skylar looked at the papers and I felt her horror through the mate bond. Some of the packs listed were ones she had visited as a child and some of the lycan names were people she had met during her travels. "We cannot let this happen," she said firmly.

They wanted more than what they were getting, and their greed made them feel like they could take it without asking. “I say we kill them then send them back to land then wait and see what happens.” Nazima’s cold voice sent chills down Zane and Caleb’s spine.

The metal buckled under his fist. "I will kill them all," Kael growled. "I will go down there and I will paint the street with their blood." "No!" I shouted. I stepped in front of him. I placed my hands on his chest. "Kael listen to me!" I said. "This is exactly what Garrett wants. He wants you to go down there and slaughter humans. He wants footage of an Alpha killing civilians. If you do that the National Guard will not just set up checkpoints. They will bomb us."

//READ WOLF DEN BEFORE READING THIS BOOK// "Ok what the hell they actually want, they want to destory us hole White Clan isn't" Team ask in frustration. "Not only that" Ash said while look all of them, four of them start him with wide eyes. "Then" Rose asked. "They only don't want destory us, they want destory hole government and rule all over the World, and they want something from us, or I can say someone from us" Ash told them.

“The truth is a tough reality to chew on.” “Well, next time give me my truth with a large bottle of vodka.” She turned to the television as the screen began to show images of burnt bodies stacked in front of the airport’s remains. The Eight had wanted those shots to spread across American living room screens. They wanted the terror to reach out from their televisions and grip their fucking hearts. They wanted Americans anxious and up all night in bed, wondering if they would be next, praying to God and country for someone to fix it. They’re going to get their war, and then he'll be even busier this year.

And it would likely cost a lot of lives. Why were they doing it though? Was this a job? Something they'd been hired to do? Or was there something else going on here? Zak and Miran had no love for Americans. They'd said as much on numerous occasions. But they'd never seemed radicalized. It just didn't add up. A warm, small hand took his. "What are you thinking about? I can hear the gears turning." "I'm trying to work out, why?" "Does that matter right now?" She turned and peered over their shoulder toward the Capital building.