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The rescue team saved him, and I brought him back to my place. I sat by the bed and stared at him. The extremely weak Peter woke up dazedly. "W-water…" he muttered. I stood up, picked up a cotton bud, and dipped it in some water. Then, I rubbed it against his lips. He licked up the moisture on his lips as much as he could. "M-more…" I dipped the same cotton bud in the water to hydrate him. He shook his head and got a clear look at my face. "Rye, are you here to look after me?" he asked.

Fortunately, I was well-prepared. The elders in the village rushed forward immediately, subduing them and imprisoning them in the cellar. They cried for help, but no one responded. Ethan regained his appearance and identity, taking control of the Glory Pack again. However, he was smarter this time. The first thing he did was to beat Leo and Serafina to death with a wooden stick soaked in wolf venom. Even so, he was still not at ease. He invited another dark wizard to dismember their corpses into eight pieces, placed them in different coffins, and buried them in eight different positions so that they could never come back to life.

He then instructed the guard standing nearby, "Go bring Aria to me at once." It wasn't long before the guard returned after being briefly away. He fell instantly to his knees before Carl, unable to control the trembling in his lips as he stammered, "A-Alpha Carl, A-Aria…" "What happened to Aria?" Carl demanded, sounding irritated. "Aria is dead." "W-What!" Carl exclaimed.

thump. Ethan gasped, clutching his chest. He fell to his knees amongst the broken glass. His vision greyed. The room spun. "Emily," he wheezed. His heart stopped. For a full minute, the High Alpha lay dead on the floor of his study. Then, the door burst open. "Ethan!" Kael was there. The Halfling didn't use CPR. He slammed his hands onto Ethan’s chest. " Vita! " Kael shouted. " Resurge! "

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Pushing the slumped dead wolf off of himself, Colt got up. “Alpha, rogues are killed. Only one person died.” I got a report from a warrior. “Everyone, assist in cleaning up. Basic protocol. Max, where is Scarlet?” I linked everyone. “Right here” I heard out loud. Shifting back, I went to the woods and found a hidden stash of clothes. Pulling out a pair of shorts, I slipped them on and ran over to Scarlet. She looked perfectly fine like she didn’t almost escape death. “Are you okay?” I pulled her away from me and looked at her fully. Her dress was intact and not even a spot of blood was on it.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

But when the device vibrated I knew I had to rush out. “Bravta, take a look at this” Alvarez finally spoke showing me his phone screen. “What is this” I asked snapping the phone from him. A picture of Marcella sat on the screen and under it the words Marked for $ninety million -Dead or Alive was boldly inscribed. My heart begun to race. I got up with a start, my fingers coiled tightly around the mobile device channeling all my anger to it. “Fuck” I exclaimed throwing the phone at the wall.

When I practice standing at attention during the freshman orientation program, my mom, Jasmine Miller, decides to lock me up in a car with fully sealed windows just because I'm the first one who wipes sweat off her brow. "You were never able to stand properly ever since you were a kid! How dare you embarrass me in front of everyone with that slump of yours! In that case, you might as well reflect on yourself in the car!" The temperature in the car soon rose to 140 degrees Fahrenheit. I could only grip my throat, which is closing up rapidly, as I bang on the car window and plead to Mom to let me out. But she merely glances at the temperature shown on the monitor inside the car before locki

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.