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The Rogue crumpled, its form shifting erratically as it breathed its last. Luna Light's eyes darted around, tracking the chaos. She spotted a young pack member, barely out of his teenage years, being overpowered by two Rogues. Without a second thought, she grabbed a crossbow from a fallen warrior and aimed. She fired, the arrow striking one of the Rogues in the side. It let out a guttural scream and turned on her, but she was ready. She reloaded and fired again, this time hitting the Rogue squarely in the chest. It fell, writhing in pain, and she rushed forward, pulling the young pack member to his feet.

"This was about my legacy, Laila! The Brooke pack was supposed to rule the northern territory! We were supposed to be the ones who brought the Alphas to their knees! And you... you little stray, you took everything from me! My family, my reputation, my future!" Kaden stepped in front of Laila, his body tense, ready to spring despite the distance between them. "Drop the detonator, Brooke. You're bleeding out. If you blow this roof, you die with us." "I'm already dead!" Davis screamed, his voice cracking with a terrifying, manic despair. "Look at me! I'm a monster! But I'm going to make sure the Obsidian pack goes into the ground with me. The entire structural column of this roof is rigged wit

Brent was typing frantically, bleeding the stock dry pound by pound, executing my revenge with flawless precision. On the screen, Lyle stared at the tablet. The numbers were dropping so fast it was making him dizzy. His empire – the untouchable fortress he had spent a decade building – was being systematically, violently dismantled in real – time. He scrolled down the screen, his fingers shaking uncontrollably. I knew exactly what he was looking for. He wanted to see the name of the proxy firm that had initiated the kill shot. Sovereign Bloom Capital. Lyle’s breath caught in his throat. I watched his eyes widen in pure, unadulterated terror as the memory of my dark, merciless eyes at the gal

The mansion was still, the halls bathed in a soft golden glow. But Liam couldn’t sleep. Not after what happened in the boutique. Not after nearly kissing her… again. He sat in the dim guest house, his laptop open in front of him, a bitter taste on his tongue. The file glowed on the screen: PROJECT BLAKEFALL – Target: Victor Westbrook. Status: Undercover Active He hesitated before opening the encrypted chat with the resistance group he answered to,his father's legacy.

“Is someone gonna talk or—?” “Hatchling!” I turned without thinking, flinging the wrench in my hand. Blake dodged, his lips curling into a smile. “You’ve lost the weapon you were using to scare them,” He pulled out the gun in his holster and pointed at the rest of the mechanics who were already shouting. “Do you need my help?”

Immediately afterwards, I heard furious cries coming from the other side of the barrier; Hunter had apparently thrown himself against the door in an attempt to get to us. "We need to go. He's going to alert the others. I, Blake Ashborne, renounce my position as Warlock to the Eclipse Moon Pack," he stated. His body shook and then went limp, and I rushed to catch him before he fell. I could feel the heat radiating off of him as he leaned heavily on me, trying to keep himself upright. Hunter's angry growls filled our ears, spurring us on toward the tunnels ahead. "Why didn't you wait to do that? Doesn't it weaken you?" I asked, half-carrying Blake while we shuffled away from Hunter's growls.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Not caring about my body thrashing and struggling. Untill I go still under him. Laying immobile. His heavy breaths audible in my ears as I look up at the ceiling. Why? Why did this had to happen? Why couldn't I stop him? I promised myself not to be like them...then why? "Fuc*!" I hear him curse as he retreats. His eyes changing colour from pitch dark to his normal blue ones. Showing he was struggling to get back control. But the damage was already done now.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

Blake’s dark thick hair was soaking wet from the rain. He was wearing a dark trench coat, black slacks, and black boots. Everyone was flabbergasted, especially Brock. He had gone pale. “Hey, big brother,” Blake said as he walked towards them with his gun up. “Why don’t you slowly take that gun out of your pocket?” Everyone looked at Brock. Brock’s cheeks started glowing red. “Do it, Brock, or I’m going to plug one in Lexi right in front of you,” Blake said and pointed the gun at Lexi. “I’ll shoot her way before you can stop me.”