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Left behind during retreat. My chest ached as if the wound had reopened. "He marched forward without looking back," I said softly. "I bled out believing duty mattered more than love." The last document made my hands tremble uncontrollably. Euphyllia — Lunar Crest Pack. Luna. Cause of death: Self-inflicted. I couldn't breathe. Moonlight. A bowed pack. An Alpha who would not meet my eyes. "She chose another," I sobbed. "And they followed her."

In the life that ended with a wolfbane dagger buried in my chest and my blood staining the healer's floor. A chill raced down my spine. Then I remembered the silver eyes watching me from the forest. The figure standing beyond the manor walls. Watching. Waiting. Knowing. I rushed toward the window. The curtains flew open beneath my trembling hands. Moonlight spilled across the forest. Trees swayed gently beneath the night breeze. Shadows danced between the branches. But there was nobody there. Nothing. The figure had vanished. Yet I knew what I had seen. Someone had been watching me. Someone knew I had died.

Could it be that Zayn had actually died after the battle? She felt the urge to cry and her heart was wrenching in pain!

Instead, there was a fleeting flash of triumph and a cold smile hidden beneath her fragile mask. I had seen that look before. It was the same look on the faces of the rogues who tore open my stomach. My soul trembled suddenly. Could she have something to do with my death?

In the haunting depths of his eyes, she glimpsed the dance of death itself, an unrestrained force ready to consume her existence. I am dead. *** Enjoyed the twist in Hazel and Wyatt's story? Share your thoughts and feedback! Follow me on In stagram - aditisaxenaofficial for more updates and explore my other captivating stories. I would recommend you to try WHEN A BULLY FALLS IN LOVE.

My body trembles, adjusting to this warmer temperature, and soon, sleep comes over me. I know I must find help, but I am just so...tired. I don't fight it in the end. Cold hands are placed on both of my cheeks. It's uncomfortable, and I try to pull back from their hold. My eyes open, and Death looks at me, relief in his eyes. "You're awake! I thought for sure the deal that we made would have been all for naught! And just as it was getting interesting." he says, leaning back, and twirling his scythe.

Arthur's POV I hesitated at the warrior's words but then I agreed. “Fine but you better make it quick.” We walked outside and then the warrior began to speak. “Gamma you're not going to believe me when I tell you this but the Beta is dead.” I froze up immediately, “What do you mean? Zaria is clearly alive.” “When we were at the battle front, I was trying to find a leeway so I hid somewhere and found the Beta get stabbed by some woman who I'm guessing is a witch.”

If I can’t rescue him, I can at least be here to watch him die. They say words back and forth, Alpha Warren and my father. And then my father raises his head, proud until the end. When Alpha Warren removes his head, my mother looks away, but I don’t. I watch as the warriors all howl their dominance over my father. I watch Alpha Warren walk back to his packhouse. I’d seen the flowers coming in this morning. They’re going to have a party. They’re going to celebrate that my father is dead. The pain in my heart turns to hatred as I watch him walk inside.

Standing at the top of a staircase, flanked by two heavily armed guards. His suit was crisp. His expression was unreadable. “Congratulations,” he said, clapping slowly. “You’ve made it this far.” Fiona took a step forward. “This ends tonight.” Greaves smirked. “Oh, I agree.” He raised a hand— And his guards opened fire. --- The Last Battle Darwin tackled Fiona behind the cover as bullets rained down. Thalassa fired back, hitting one of the guards. Bella took out the other. Marcus pulled a knife and lunged at Greaves—

I didn’t even care if I died today. He stepped closer until his broad chest almost brushed mine. “What is it?” Those gray eyes drilled into mine, making it hard to breathe. “Your death.” In one fast move I smashed the crystal wine glass and went for his throat. Death for death. But he caught my wrist before I could slash him. His hand clamped around the shard. Blood started pouring down his palm. “You need to fucking die!” I shouted. The sound of glass cutting into flesh was gross as hell, but his face didn’t change. Still cold. Still sharp. Still hungry.