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I’m not entirely dead, but I am just a soul now. I have a bird’s eye view of the scene and can’t believe my eyes. The men claw and beat my lifeless body. I’m a knotted mess, mortified by watching my death. The wolf finally rips my throat, claiming victory over my corpse. But he, too, falls and dies from the wounds I inflicted. The full moon was now at its zenith, and my body lay dead on the ground. My mind is adrift, watching down. They are weeping over the fallen wolf. Emera lets out a wild mournful wail and throws the weight of her body over her mate.

He said. I felt like my heart filled with fear, I could feel it all over my body. “Death…” Peace called and Death looked at her then looked back at me. “If I were you I would go now, you might not see even just his body. I told them to cremate him---” “F*ck you.” I said and ran to the man car. Peace Ellis-Spencer POV “Death…” I called him as I saw the scare in Blood’s face. Death turns to look at me and wink at me and that’s I understand that he is just playing with him. After Death said something after Blood rushed towards his car that made me smile, no matter how he denied It and hid it---he still cares about him.

My head jerked up to see River and Jayden locked in a mortal dance, weaving and striking too swiftly for mortal eyes to follow. Even broken and bloodied, no force could sway my fierce mate from his vow to stand between us and death itself. But his strength steadily waned against the monster's tireless fury. Sick certainty congealed in my gut seeing Jayden narrowly deflect blow after crushing blow, unable yet to regain the offensive. He was outmatched, only delaying the inevitable end inch by bloody inch. When his vigour finally failed, River's twisted focus would turn upon me unchecked. Spectres of past violation flooded my mind, River's phantom whisper crawling down my spine. "Nowhere left

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

I turn my head to look over at the girls who stumble out of the water, leaning on other contestants’ shoulders, sobbing and crying, clutching their chests where their lungs again and again, by some miracle, fill with air. “If a single one of them shows up dead, and you will follow,” I say, setting my shoulders back. “You will have no more succor in my palace - ” Death snarls. “Oh, shut up,” I sigh, waving a hand at him, wanting this done, sick of my own dramatics. “It will all be mine soon.” “This is war.” The God of Death takes one final step towards me. I turn my eyes back to him, narrowing them, peering at him through my dark lashes. “Good. I welcome it.”

I took a long gulp from the bottle before setting it down between my boots and looking up at the two guards, before I spoke again. "Fight," I said flatly, adjusting my seat on the trunk. "To the death." *** I watched with sick satisfaction as both men ripped each other apart. Flesh tearing, bones cracking so loud, and screams turning into gurgles. By the time it was over, they were nothing but blood-soaked carcasses on the floor. I glanced at the time. It took barely forty minutes. Too short. I'd hoped for more. You know, something longer and messier. But hell, I'd take it. Watching them die like that? It scratched an itch deep inside me.

I dream of white fire turned violet at the edges; of her hand on my jaw, not in death but in defiance. When the wind turns wrong, I wake certain I’m being watched by something I can’t kill yet. “Soon,” I tell the hush. The hush agrees. And somewhere above gods and below roots, Death laughs once—and files the sound away for later

If only she could ask Ryley then at least he would have been alive. "Wake up Vivian... Wake up please" With constantly raining eyes she beat her fist on his chest above his but to no avail. The truth was that he was dead. And they have to accept it. The girls kept crying over the loss of a friend who was a good friend and a loyal mate. They were too ripped by the unfortunate loss that they forgot that the battle between Zalreth and Ryley was still going on. He threw Ryley across some trees every time he attempted to throw the dagger to his chest. The bastard was so clever and fast that every time it neared him he just vanished from the spot hence making it fall on the ground.

I’m seriously reconsidering his role as beta I know it’s something he has trained his entire life for but he is not displaying beta traits I would expect to see in my future beta. The boys are going tic for tac and seems a fairly even match for the first fifteen minutes. It’s a clean match and I am not worried until Colton stops mid fight and looks at me and mindlinks me “this ends now so does chase he doesn’t deserve you” Before I can respond Colton flips chase over so chase is sitting on the floor he takes his head in both hands and snaps his neck then drops chases lifeless body like a sack of potatoes. I run straight over to chase but his eyes are blankly staring ahead I feel for a pulse

He demanded. "Her,” Maverick corrected sharply. “Her name is Diana.” “It talks.” “Of course I talk!” I snapped. Nicholai shot me a glare before turning back to Maverick. “Please tell me you plan on killing it, brother.” Brother. The word confirmed what I already suspected. “And why on earth would I kill my mate?” Maverick’s voice was low. I watched the color drain from Nicholai’s face. “Please tell me this is some kind of cruel joke,” Nicholai said with a dry laugh.