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Rick yelled, refusing to be belittled. "Enough talking. Let's finish him off," someone urged impatiently, immediately moving to attack Rick. "Oh, yeah? Come and try me!" Rick, battered but resolute, bravely confronted his assailants from Witchwood Summit, ready to defend himself to the end. Despite his resilience, Rick found himself outnumbered and overpowered, his strength waning with each passing moment.

"I assure you. Rick will make sure of that." I nodded. "Doctor Marcus..." "He's dead," Reine said. "That was the judgment passed to him by Rick. He was executed immediately. " I gasped. "What?" "Rick was very serious about it," Reine said. "It was the same day he abolished the Omega Slaves. Now we are all integrated members of the pack..." "As it should be," I nodded thoughtfully. So Rick was changed, just as Mitch had said. "I hope Rick makes you happy and your mate bond is blessed."

His arms took on his zion energy glow and pierced a hole within the oncoming aircraft. There he saw his Rick being manipulated by a strange dark, purple energy coursing around him. “Bloody hell. Rick , snap out of it,” Vicegrip said. He then slapped Rick beside his head hoping to free him from whenever trance he’s a part of. Eventually, he wakes up from his trance seemingly he has if he was woken up from a bad dream. " Daryl?" Rick said. " What happened to the Dragon?," “Dragon? Vice grip said. ” What the duce you talking about? There is no damn dragon !”

*** Ricky Ricky grunted. He rose up from the bushes after being thrown away by the skeleton. He grunted, while trying to stabilize his breath and to also hold the sharp pain coming from his ribs. Rather than backing away because his ribs were obviously broken, Ricky again assumed his fighting stance as he treaded carefully towards the skeletons. Slowly, a golden aura engulfed his fists, and with that, he landed another critical hit on one of the skeleton soldiers and it perished without any hint of regeneration.

Alone and ruined. As for Rick, he'd regret leaving me with nothing. I'd destroy his life in the worst way, alone, without his little friends, he'd be vulnerable, easily fall for anyone's smooth talk. I'd find him a little friend, I already had one in mind, that small-time dealer I knew, he was always looking for new clients, he'd get Rick hooked on any crap real quick and then I'd watch his fall, a drug addict, the money he had wouldn't be enough to maintain the habit and if it was, an overdose would finish him off quickly. I'd watch this fall from the front row, while screwing his little friends.

Rick POV “The only way a witch warrior can get out is by death,” Miranda said to me. “Hell no!” I yell. There must be a way to save her from this death sentence, I think to myself. “We will simply hide you,” I say like I’ve solved the worlds problems. Shaking her head, “You can’t hide me, Rick. They have trackers in our bodies, in our blood stream. You can’t simply remove them. I have tried to come up with ways to remove them ever since I found you,” she says.

Rick shook himself out of the dust and staggered towards me whilst emptying his shells into the body of the asshole who was dead already. "Target on the run… men in pursuit. Situation report, target on the run, men in pursuit," a voice cracked into the lobes in our ears. "Withdraw!'' Rick ordered but I turned on him "Reverse the order! Now!" I roared and aimed at him. "Boss! We..." Rick began but I would have none of it. "Reverse the order!" I barked and corked my gun. I pulled the trigger and fired. Rick froze in shock. His eyes shone in horror as the bullet projected towards him. The bullet darted past him and he fell to the ground looking white.

A hush befell the scene. No one could let out a single sound at that moment because everyone’s mouths were so wide open that extra large-sized bowls could be fit into them. They had never thought that Mr. Ritz, a Rank 8 Evolved One, would die just like that. 'Death Arena, Death Arena! ‘A ghost has been added to the underworld, while Dicky Ritz is gone for good in the real world.' On the other hand, Lucas' stunning face was still composed as if nothing had occurred.

But if he was willing to keep trying, so would I. Rick pulls me into his lap, “It is okay sweet lady. He passed out early into the healing, thankfully. He definitely felt it, but I am confident he will make it through this,” Rick reassures me sensing my feelings. When we had first mated Rick had been able to conduct some light spells but that quickly dissipated. The Elders explained to us that Rick was not meant to be a hybrid, so the wiccan side did not stay. We did not exchange enough blood. And if we did, I would inevitably die, which Rick was not prepared to chance. He was not that attached to being a hybrid, as he always teased me. I believed him. Our love for one another was a

"I don't understand…" "Let me help you. Lucas was the Alpha of the blood moon pack. And the father to Alpha Rick. Rick committed a sacrilege against the moon goddess and his people. Because of his quest for powers, he asked that his father, Alpha Lucas, step down so he could become Alpha. But Lucas is a man of principles who could not harbor his offense. It was unheard of for a son to ask his father to quit ruling when he wasn't in fact dead or incapable. The penalty of such sacrilege committed by Rick was death but because he was his son, instead of killing Rick, Alpha Lucas had mercy and banished him from the pack which made Rick furious and he swore to avenge the entire blood moon pack.