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“Jena’s dead. Someone slit her throat. Tied her to a chair and left a note. There’s blood everywhere.” There’s a long silence. Then Mark’s voice hardens. “I’m on my way.” The line goes dead, but the chill in the air remains. I look over at Caden, who’s still kneeling in front of Jena like he doesn’t know how to move. The horror on his face mirrors mine. We were supposed to be safe. But death has once again followed us home.

I stared at him in shock at the level of sincerity in his voice, and I felt my anger melting and my defences were already wavering. “It’s a good thing the bastard is dead. I would have chopped up his balls and fed the pieces to him.” A long screeching sound went off in my ears, and I could hear the sound even though the room was now deathly silent. Christian looked like he didn’t mean to let that bit of information slip. Our entire argument was forgotten the moment I heard the words escape his mouth. “Mark is dead?” “Forget it, it doesn’t matter.” “Of course it does!”

However, by the next day, Selena was once again weak and fell into a deep sleep, unable to wake up no matter how much Mark tried. Mark was thoroughly panicked. She was fine just yesterday—how could she be back in this state today? Could it be a last burst of vitality before death? That did not make sense either. By his calculations, there were still at least five more days left. It was not time for that kind of relapse. Mark searched online for all kinds of related information, but none of it was useful. He anxiously scratched his head. This was simply unbelievable. … Today, the weather was beautiful. There was not a cloud in the sky, only the deep blue expanse and the warmth of the sun.

I sighed as I made my way to the kitchen to get lunch. “Afternoon granny ” she just nodded. I felt relief wash over me as Mark didn’t show up at the table. I guess he went back to Africa to finish whatever it is. I swayed my glance to my mom. She seemed distant, lost, consumed by her grief. I thought Mark not showing up was a blessing but the tension in this room was far greater than that when Jesus was being beaten. “ I am going to stay with Aunt Lisa” I swear I could hear the tension in this room with my hands.

Her words sliced through the air, leaving Mark unable to respond. "There's no going back once the arrow is released. Do you understand? Now that we've administered the drug, there's no space for regrets. All we can do is move forward." Mark's hands trembled, and fear gripped his voice as he finally grasped the gravity of the situation. "No, it doesn't have to be like this. We can still turn things around…" His words were barely audible. It was only in the face of impending death that he fully realized the severity of their actions.

he said "Tell me what Mark?" Clay asked swiftly "Promise me that you won't freak out and do anything impulsive" Mark asked, but Clay completely ignored his question and asked again "Tell me what Mark?!", Clay asked, his voice rising with boiling rage Mark took a deep breath, gazed directly into his eyes and replied "Your grandmother's dead Clay. She died last night" Silence enveloped the room as Clay struggled with the reality of the situation. The air was heavy with unspoken words. Suddenly tears welled in his eyes as he looked at Mark, hoping dearly that this was just a mean prank and then suddenly, he started laughing which Mark found very confusing

Fear clutches my heart tight in its fist, and Max races to get there in time. But the worst happens. Grayson dies before we even reach the hospital.

Athena held her usual cold, indifferent look. Mark however, had a really hurt look on his face. The death of his mate was a really sensitive topic to him, and it affected him more than he loved to admit. I would never have said that if he just minded his business. "Look, Mark. That didn't come out right. I..." I tried to explain. " You don't owe me any apology, Alpha. You just have to do what's right." He said, looking me dead in the eyes and walking towards the exit. I tried to follow him, but thought better of it.

His chest felt very tight when he couldn't let out the tears and sadness he was now experiencing. "And…." Said SB again, with hanging words. He stroked Mark's brown hair gently, then tugged hard. "So is your mother." He continued. SB smiles at Mark, who looks at him in a semi-conscious state. Mark swears that he wants to kill SB and everyone involved with this. But he also realized that this could be his last day. "And now it's your turn to catch up with them." SB patted Mark's shoulder gently before finally leaving him alone in the operating room. When the SB came out, Mark's consciousness was completely uncontrollable. His vision was completely blurry and finally dark.

And he took the bag with blood and ran to Amber to exchange the blood, and as soon as everything was done , Pete Thompson and his brother Jim, took Amber and helped by the doctor they placed her in a hospital ward to watch her. But there in the middle of the room Sarah’s cold body was lying on that bed and no one was asking about her. Mark came closer and looked at her, as she was staying there completely white, without any trace of life in her body. “What the fuck have we done?” he asks . “This is not what I vowed when I started to practice medicine” the assistant whispered. “This is not good.” and he looked at Sarah again as she was staying there lifeless. With trembling hands, Mark took h