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Chapter 127 Laura pov I saw myself another night sleeping on a cot bed without my meds and once again I could feel my wolf feeling so paid that it was becoming something that was just as terrible as a physical injury to have on my body except with an injury I could get some medications some kind of treatment that I could see that will fix everything will be seeking my heart was so strong that no amount of medication do they simply just make it wipe away unless I saw the man that I loved and adored with all of my heart. but he was so far away from me still I had tried using a mirror again and yet it failed me again and again at first I would have test it out with something else another place

She raised a hand—and three of her mirror copies lunged forward. Carl intercepted one, blade humming. Ophelia ducked the second, slamming her palm against its head and activating her memory disruptor. Tobias scrambled for cover, launching a neuro-blast that flickered through the air like lightning. But Mira didn’t move. She just watched. And smiled. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” she said. “None of you are.” Then her body turned to light—and vanished. The remaining mirror copies fell to the ground like broken puppets.

I mocked Link, praying to myself that my wolf knew what the hell she was doing. "I was warned you were one tough cookie. I just never thought they were being serious," Link replied and I was sure there was a compliment in there somewhere, but I could be wrong. "I guess you should have believed them. Even if I have a shattered kneecap, claw marks in my leg and am losing a serious amount of blood from my side, it's still not enough to kill me," I did my best to shrug to show that I was ready for whatever else he had when, in reality, I was terrified of what he could do to me.

He frowned seeing the huge totem on the middle that seemed to be humming, letting out faint ghastly voices, making him stare at it for a few moments. “My lord?” a soldier greeted him grumble seeing several soldiers started to take notice. Having returned to his previous thought, he hastily looked around, scouring the camp. Carriages were set around making it easy for him to choose which to go to. The one that caught his attention was the metal carriage that seemed to glow that made his skin crawl, the engravings of women, skeletons, and demons on it returned several memories into him, making him move with haste. His legs though seemed to be failing a few moments ago once again found power as

the woman said with a wide, unnerving smirk that made me want to rip it right off her face. Flaring my nostrils, I spat at the woman, but she stepped back and shook her head unimpressed. "And there you go, a rogue in her natural form," she said in a mocking tone, her lips curling back. "A bitch." "Why am I here against my will?" I snapped. "You stole from us and you're a rogue," she said. "I stole from humans and since when is it a crime to be a rogue?" She stepped forward and grabbed my hair, before pulling my head back. "You're not allowed to talk back, Mutt!"

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

She fell to the ground, these men were looking dangerous as ever. "Master, they've escaped far from our reach" a man came around to report to the gray beard man in front of Mia. He was the ruler of their vampire rogues. The vampire rogues happened to be the dangerous side a vampire could have. The difference was the sharpness of their fangs, the dark red eyes, increase in powers and also lots more. They are the opposite version of the vampires just like the rogue werewolves. That has been the battle between these opposites from the onset before Tartal proposed an alliance.

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

He looked over his shoulder, baring his sharp teeth with a snarl, and he took off running through the woods, leaving them both behind. Mira looked back at Jagger as he shook his head while he shifted his gaze to meet hers. "I'm sorry about Tober. He has no filter nor does he care for anyone other than himself... Are you ready?" Mira nodded her head, "Yes..." With wide eyes, she stood rooted on the spot as she watched Jagger effortlessly shift. It was beautiful and disturbing at the same time. She could only imagine how uncomfortable it must be for him to go through the transformation and wondered if it got any easier the more times he shifted.