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As my soul left my body, I wondered why I could still see what was happening to me. It only hit me when I looked down to see my lifeless body slumped on the table—I was dead. The sound of the door opening caught my attention. I turned to see that a maid had returned. The remnants of whatever hope I harbored disappeared. My brothers hadn't returned. The maid was shocked to see me slumped on the table with the urn and photo beside me. She stopped to assess the situation before slowly approaching me. She reached out a trembling finger and placed it underneath my nose. Then, she paled and shrieked in fear.

Shelly's POV After the "plane crash," I woke up in the Winterstone Pack's medical center, so weak I could barely lift my hand. Faking my own death had nearly cost me my real one. "You nearly died for real." Billy sat by my bed, his face tight, his eyes a war of fury and fear. "Shelly, was he worth it? Risking your life for that bastard?" I turned my head toward the window as the wail of sirens pierced the night.

Raffaele POV Three days after nationals the Moretti clan moved. I got the first call at two in the morning from a man I had posted outside Rosa's mother's apartment building. Two men had been waiting in the parking garage when he came off shift. They hit him from behind and he woke up in an ambulance with a concussion and stitches above his eye and no memory of who had done it or what they wanted. He was my best man on that detail, someone who had been with me for eight years, and they had put him in the hospital like he was nothing.

Mark continued, oblivious to what went on in her mind, and spoke, “It was retrieved from the pocket of a dead hycwen, that had been lying conveniently in my territory. There is blood on the watch, evidence of a fight.” He pointed an outstretched hand and swept it across the hall, “My fellow alphas, we have the criminal.” His hand stopped at Dominic.

Their sinister look was nothing compared to the pumping action guns in their hands even as they revved their bikes. Serena saw her life flash before her eyes. She was going to die. A little rebellion and she was going to die. On an island in the middle of nowhere

Darell nodded, "A-ha! That explains your strange diction." "If you happen to be outside, you should just keep your mouth shut because people will quickly begin to suspect you." Darell questioned her to gauge her response, "How did you end up falling asleep though, were you put to sleep?" Without looking him in the eye, Marcelyn nodded. Darell simultaneously nodded as if he already knew what she would say. His partner was suddenly alive after being reported to be dead. It indicates that, despite being on the verge of death, she lived.

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.

Edward was dead. He had a heart attack after Jenny enraged him, and despite attempts to revive him, he died on the spot. With a heavy heart, I took care of Edward’s funeral arrangements before immediately calling the police. From that day on, Jenny and Marcus Grange, along with those thugs, would pay dearly for what they had done! In the past, I might have let them off the hook out of respect for Edward. However, now that Jenny had killed the only person protecting her and caused her own father’s death, I would make her suffer a thousand times over!

I gripped tight, but he slipped right through and fell. I watched helplessly as Brandon vanished from my sight, tumbling into the abyss. Not a sound from him. Brandon's death was not on me, but it happened right before my eyes. My brain short-circuited for a second before it hit me to call the cops. Maybe Brandon could still be saved? Revenge had crossed my mind, but I never wanted blood on my hands. I dialed 911, and the cops were on the move in no time. The rescue team found Brandon at the cliff's base, his head cracked open on a rock—dead on impact.

“I’m not going anywhere.” --- We entered the building cautiously, our boots crunching against debris scattered across the floor. The air inside was thick with the smell of decay, and the faint sound of shuffling echoed through the empty halls. Ethan’s team moved with precision, clearing each room as we made our way deeper into the warehouse. I stayed near the center of the group, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the area for anything useful. We had just reached the storage area when the first infected appeared. It came out of nowhere, lurching from the shadows with a guttural growl. Ethan reacted instantly, raising his hand and sending a wave of energy crashing into the creature, s