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But he was not prepared to fight tonight. I put three drops of my blood in the tea I served him and Luther’s team this morning. He neither smelled it nor tasted it. He may have become a hybrid but despite the wolves’ blood in his system, a crimson wolf’s blood was something. It was fatal for him. It may not be enough to kill him, but it could weaken him.

Quenten Yilmaz: Blood. Violence. Gut-wrenching, paralyzing screams. They follow me everywhere, including in my sleep. It’s like a reel of snippets flashing before my very eyes. Splatters of blood paint the walls. Screams of terror intertwine and become a single, continuous harmony of devastation that rings in my ears. Flashing balls of light ignite in the dark as illuminated bullets slice through the air, hitting everything in their path. Men drop to the ground swiftly, followed by a hush of silence.

My knuckles were pale beneath the sticky sheen of blood that wasn’t mine. Zach stood in the middle of the carnage, his chest rising and falling, each breath labored but steady. There was blood on him that is not his, not this time, it's splattered across his shirt, painting over the tattoos that marked him. I traced them instinctively with my eyes, the ones I used to follow with my fingertips in quiet, fragile hours when the world outside our bed didn’t exist. Now they were obscured, swallowed by the stains of violence.

I had promised ever since the twins were born that I would protect them with all my life. "You've got the wrong person to ask," after that statement from me, I quickly dipped my hands through one of my pockets then puffed the powdered psilocybe right on his face that was in front of me. It made him scream in pain then slowly down on his knees before losing his own consciousness.

I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana. I should have protected him but he wouldn’t let me, just hit the gun with brute force on my head while I fell unconscious. I had reached out to him in my unconscious state of mind but he got farther away from me. My anger could not be quenched, what had they forged my brother to become?

A white wolf locked eyes on him, grabbed the jar in its jaws, and respectfully placed it in my hand. Another wolf bared its teeth and sank them into Noah's neck. It tossed him into the air and slammed him to the ground. Just as they opened their jaws to finish him off, I raised a hand. They stopped at once, crouched by my side with their heads lowered. Noah's eyes lit up. "May, I'll… be happy to die here. But you stopped them… Does this mean—" I yawned, then continued, "You're reading too much into it. I just didn't want them tainted by your filthy blood."

"How? Do you mean Zach Howe? That useless trust fund brat? Has Ethan completely lost his mind? Has Tara eaten away at his brain? Associating with someone like him? Haha! Well, it won't be long before Ethan's name disappears from society entirely." Zach was not just a spoiled rich kid. He was dangerous and had blood on his hands. Ethan playing in his territory would leave nothing but scraps of bone behind. "Aren't you even a little curious why he's doing this?" "I'm not curious. His business isn't mine. Alright, I've got things to do. Hanging up now."

Blood of this bastard. Drinking in a cheap local bar, he didn't know his death was coming for him. "P-please…. don't…" he coughed blood. "I beg you…" His begging were music to me ears, his blood was a feast to my eyes as I continued my torture. Picking him up, I kicked his gut, making him double over in pain.

“Her parents were murdered some years ago. Apartment fire. The formal reason was gang-related violence. No arrests." My jaw tightens. "Which gang?" Lucas answers too slowly by a half. “One of the smaller parties which became afterwards merged in our operations in Madrid.” The room feels colder. I grab the pill out of his hand and read the information myself. The date. The location. The order chain. A cleaning-up job is permitted to prevent exposure. My approval. Not direct. Not intentional. But real. "Why was this buried?" I ask. “It was collateral damage,” I say to Lucas, I say. “It was believed to be at the time.”

"I’m going to mix your shots, and you two are going to be having the Blue Blood shots!" I frowned. "What’s a Blue Blood shot?" Sophie laughed. "A Blue Blood shot is a werewolf’s biggest weakness when it comes to alcohol. Werewolf systems are different from humans! We don’t get drunk easily by consuming regular human alcohol." She smirked. "But we do have our own alcohol called the Blue Blood shot. If humans drink it, they’d probably die from alcohol poisoning after just one shot! That’s why this club is called the Blue Bloods. The shots are only given to werewolves, but humans don’t even know about it."