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He could see greed in the young members’ faces — not for gold but for power. “Second,” Theodore continued, “we will use the wolves the Moon cannot refuse: mercenaries and hands shaped by shadow. For years, I bound debts to men who live between packs — traders, escaped captives, and craftsmen outcast for their skill. They owe me favors now. Their loyalty is cheap and mine to spend. We will hire three detachments: one to plant doubt, one to steal, and one to strike when the moment comes.” “Three detachments,” Merek repeated. “From where?”

She comes up to them, and Winter says nothing. “I am making the tea,” says Andrea, “does anyone want some?” Joshua now goes to his room, sits on his knees, holds Winter's belly, and kisses it. Whispering, “our unborn child,” she stands up and starts kissing him. Larry, “boss, we need to start recruiting new guys. We low on men,” Larry says. “These bloody shadow hunters killed some of our best guys!” “I know a group of guys who are the best,” says Lucifer, “they are trained well. However, these guys have a reputation that's left some traces, so they will, unfortunately, bring too much attention.”

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Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

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I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Chapter 85 The city had become a labyrinth of anticipation. Rain-soaked streets gleamed under fractured neon, casting distorted reflections across cracked pavement. Every alleyway, every rooftop, every abandoned building held the potential for movement, threat, or opportunity. Tonight, the stakes were higher than ever: the mercenaries we had previously disoriented had regrouped, reinforced, and were now orchestrating a full-scale siege, moving in synchronized waves to overwhelm, isolate, and test our team.

The mercenaries are well-equipped, wearing heavy dark plate armor and wielding enchanted weapons that hum with malicious, synthetic energy, proving they are elite killers dispatched by our worst enemies. I leap off the stairs and land directly onto the back of a mercenary, my daggers slicing through his dark armor to reveal a brand of Dawn Mercer’s crest on his neck. The man lets out a choked gasp as my blades find the seam in his plating, and as he collapses forward onto the blood-soaked flagstones, the parting cloak reveals the unmistakable mark.

The air crackled with a mixture of anticipation, greed, and a touch of remorse. In the shadows, Mammon's plot unfolded like a dark tapestry, each thread woven with deception and betrayal. As the meeting drew to a close, the mercenaries melted into the darkness, their faces masked in determination. The die was cast, and the fate of Asmo and Maria hung in the balance, teetering on the edge of a treacherous abyss.