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I paused, “…you will stop me immediately even if physical restraint becomes necessary. No matter what it takes.” “Understood.” Silence returned again, but it did not last long. The clock suddenly chimed once, a sharp sound echoing through the study, then again, then again. A massive wave of dark energy exploded violently through my veins, and my entire body locked in place as pain erupted everywhere at once. Every muscle convulsed beneath my skin, and another growl escaped my throat, except this time it no longer sounded part human. It sounded fully monstrous. My vision flashed amber, then darker, then brighter again as my beast roared.

“What do you want with me?” “THE SAME THING THE ALPHA WANTS!” The beast replied, straightforwardly. My eyes widened in shock. “Oh, DIDN'T THINK I WOULD BE JUST A TOOL THEY USE TO WIN THEIR BATTLES, DID YOU?” The beast bellowed, approaching. “I WANT MORE!” Stopping in front of me, the beast growled coldly in my face, threateningly. “Screw what you want; wars are in your interest too, beast!” I snarled back, threateningly. “But I'm not yours!”

``Your friends are gone, now it's your turn" the beast said, still smashing all his skin. Suddenly, he started feeling some sort of anger burning in him and his broken bones started healing, his skin also started healing giving him much strength and pushed the beast away. He stood up and noticed his transformation changing from wolf to another creature and blue flame emanating from his body, his taste to kill increased, different sounds shrilling in his head, he could sense what's happening from a far distance. This creature is different from his wolf form, he’s in beast mode.

Dante Russo's beast appeared. He emerged from the forest thicket like a giant shadow, his body distorted and grotesque, his eyes bloodshot, his fury palpable. He lunged at us with terrifying speed, his aim clear: to destroy everything in his path. The Middle Eastern wolves, though under my control, faltered before the magnitude of its ferocity, some even trying to flee. Alessandro reacted instantly, pushing me behind him, his body transforming. Luca and Nicola prepared for combat, their weapons at the ready. Dante's beast attacked mercilessly, its claws tearing the air, its fangs searching for flesh.

Elara said immediately. Kael’s gaze snapped to hers. “This isn’t a discussion.” “I’m not helpless.” “And you’re not trained for this pack’s fights.” The ground trembled slightly. Not from movement. From power. Then the trees at the edge of the clearing exploded with motion. A wounded warrior stumbled out first, blood soaking his shoulder. Behind him, three Beast Pack wolves shifted mid-run, their bodies already transforming into massive wolves as they rushed forward. And chasing them Rogues. But not the scattered, desperate rogues Elara had seen before.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

The Warden made little shooing motions, egging Ransom on. "Well?" Ransom asked, one brow raised high. I could hear the mounting frustration in his voice. Mason better jump on the info train or someone was going to get bitchslapped. Mason blinked rapidly. "Bestia was the Prime of Beasts. He held dominion over all beasts, great and small."

I howl repeatedly, and I bet even the heavens have sighed in defeat. "And don't think of doing anything stupid. By the time you pull that trigger, I will have fed this damn thing two bullets already. Let's see if your weakling whore will bear it in her conscience." The monster howls in victory. At this point, Deep has no option than to surrender. He drops his gun to the floor, and the monster discharges a triumphant loud annoying howl. "Good, boy!" He mocks, turning to me, but keeping an eye on Deep still. "Now come to me, baby!" Ho orders me in his monster-soothing tone. He has turned into a complete varmint.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

You’re learning what you’re capable of. “Get out of my head!” I snarled, struggling as the restraints tightened. The shadow wolves advanced, circling, feeding on the spill of power leaking from me. My wolf fought, teeth bared, but the chains burned hotter the more I resisted. Then— A roar split the air. Ares hit the street like a falling god, Crimson Fang power detonating outward in a shockwave that shredded two shadow wolves instantly. His eyes were blazing molten gold, fury incarnate.