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Lucian smirked carrying a lighter from his pocket, he lit it burning his cousin's neck. Dylan screamed, rage fully blinding him, he jabbed his jaw. “Dylan! 12 seconds left” Annie yelled and panic settled in. Lucian snickered evilly, his eyes fully red. “Your daughter won't survive!” Punch. “No matter the fuck you…” Punch. “Die!” Dylan cried, hitting him with all his strength. “Ten Dylan! Do something” Leaving an unconscious Lucian, he hurried to the pad and stared at it. The pad was half broken, black ink staining the screen, but luckily the buttons were not damaged. There were so many buttons that he got confused.

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

~Present Time~ Dylan finished telling them the entire story. He was looking down silently, feeling hurt now that he was reminded of the whole thing again. “What did she say in the letter?” Zack asked him. “Forgive me mother, father and little brother, for I have committed a great sin by being in love with a vampire, by being with the enemy of humankind. A monster. I am disgusted and deeply disappointed in myself for not recognizing that monster sooner. Now I shall take my life in hopes that this grave sin of mine will be forgiven. I shall also…” Dylan had a hard time saying the rest of the sentence, but he forced himself to say it. “I shall also kill that monster’s child that is inside me. S

“Exactly, and we’re going to play on that line too” “You’re going to make him weaken until he’s revealed himself, aren’t you?” Dante smirked at my statement, and understanding, and shaking my head at him, I pinched the bridge of my nose as I tried to stop the smile from forming on my lips. I had to admit, one of the only things that I enjoyed about working with Giovanni was that I got to be someone who I wasn’t, someone who I actually wanted to be. A strong female who had no fears, a woman with no pain. It was something that didn’t exist in me no matter how much therapy I got. The drugs that I used were to forget my pain, and the alcohol that I drank was to drown my senses down, but I knew t

"Or perhaps, you're just like me...? Not even a better person than I am in the past? Are you still afraid of taking risks?" Water splashed and in an instant, all Dylan sees is the blue sky above them. The next thing he knows is that he's being pinned down by Vincent. Both hands are holding his neck tightly, strangling him to death. "I am telling you. If you're still scared to face everything... it's better for you to die. Trust me." "Stop!" Dylan tried so hard to struggle and free himself from Vincent's claws but he's unusually weak now. He can't even move the other's hands even a few centimeters. All he could do is just scream. "Damn it! I can't breathe! Stop!"

**Meanwhile…** At his secluded cottage deep in the mountains, Dylan lay curled on the cold wooden floor, his body bare, his breath ragged. His wolf had finally settled. For two days, the beast had been restless, clawing at his insides, howling for their mate. He had feared the worst. That she was dead. That he had been too late. The memory of that night was burned into his mind. Dylan had received reports of Neotides prowling near the eastern edge of his territory. These creatures—*Bittens*—were ruthless, dangerous, and had no control over their hunger for chaos.

Casually, he walked a few steps closer to the new members of his party and saw the creeped-out expressions on the more feminine faces. “My name is Dylan Lake, a contortionist and disguise master. Due to an acid incident, my face has been melted off. As a gun-using rogue in the dungeon, I’d appreciate it if you could take up other job specialisations to have a more balanced party in dungeon runs.” Standing back up, Dylan grabbed a pen and signed the new contract. He received the drafted copy last night and trusted the gamer’s reputation enough to treat them well. Handing the contract to Akiko, the contortionist shook hands with the new party members and invited them to his room.

Titan asked. "He's a mind reader," Dylan said. "Though he can fight too." "Well, can I kill him?" Titan asked, frowning. Now that he has knowledge on how to attack these people's anatomy, he knows he can fight back. Dylan sneered. "You can try, fatso." Obviously, Dylan doesn't have much confidence in him. Titan liked it. He subtly sent the pain. Prowlaz dropped on the sand, groaning. Dylan almost fell down, too, disbelief all over his face.

Dylan muttered with a distressed and devastated look. "You! What kind of male would let his partner suffer such torture?" Dillon furiously roared as he transformed into his aggressive form to attack Dylan. Dylan cast a shield without even batting his eyes, causing Dillon to bounce back and accidentally hit his back on the table, breaking the table into pieces. "Enough! It's my fault! Please! Stop! It was my choice in the first place. I just want to spend more time with everyone, even if it's just for a little while," I cried as I sprung up from the bed, pulling away from Tora.

Her upper lip trembles as she chews, giving out that she's scared of me. Good. I don't want her getting close to anyone here. For someone who doesn't want Peyton as his mate, you act overly possessive. Walt taunts, and I almost roll my eyes in their sockets because I'm not in for this now. He's partially the reason last night was a disaster. Kept on showing me images of Peyton and her dead mate. Dylan immediately makes his presence known in my study, and the first person he looks at is Peyton. "We're done accumulating the resources, Killian." Dylan has his eyes still on Peyton as he informs me of this.