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ASH It had been two days since I had been losing my mind. How could I make such a foolish mistake?! How could I not predict that one of our allies might have been followed?! Drystan and Baltazar killed one of the groups that wanted to side with us. They tracked them, murdered the entire pack, and forced their Alpha to give them our location before they ripped his heart out.

And Rarf had taken that moment from me before I ever got the chance to hear it from her. I gripped the letter tighter, my chest aching. She loved me. And now, I had to live with that unless I find a way to find her and fast too. I pulled myself together and when Killian wanted to console me, I stepped back, "Time to work. We need to find her. Call Inizio and find out if he has found out anything about her." And I walked out on them and walked into the office. I took a deep breath and sat down while the others walked in after me.

I barely made it to the corner before vomiting, shaking uncontrollably. The taste of bile burned my throat. My whole body convulsed with grief, horror, self-loathing. I killed her. I pressed a trembling hand over my mouth, muffling the sobs. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. My clothes—where were they? I forced myself to move—staggering, grabbing the scattered pieces. Shoving trembling legs into pants, pulling my sweatshirt over shaking shoulders. I glanced once more at Sophie. Her perfect body. Her empty eyes.

Then, she slammed her cane down and pointed to the door, making it clear they needed to leave. I got the hint and opened the door, shoving them out. They didn't want to go, so I grabbed a ladle from the table and tossed it at them. They stormed off, muttering about how we were cold-hearted, ruthless monsters. As soon as they were gone, I called someone to switch the lock to an electronic one and installed a camera by the door. I even put up a sign—"No entry for Sebastian Jensen, Susan Clarke, or Alice Reed! Dogs aren't allowed either!"

In any case, Jack was not intrigued by any means. Thus, he sat in the obligation room and read a novel out of weariness. In only a couple of moments, notwithstanding, his cell started to buzz constant. News about the live transmission of death overflowed in. It overflowed the screen. - "Four Kills Extraordinaire! The Death Judge Will Act Again!" "The Sentenced Are All Minors! The Death Judge Is a Cold-Blooded Killer and a Bloodthirsty Judge!" "High IQ Crime! Another Perfect Live Broadcast! Netizens Say That You Need High IQ To Watch the Live Broadcast of Death!

Even the air they breathed felt dark and suppressing, filled with the scent of blood. I couldn’t wait to leave this place and head back to the wolf lands. “Looking for something?” Killian’s voice echoed in the room and raised my gaze from the shelf where I had been searching for a good book that didn’t have to do with vampires and the dark powers of Dracula. “Well… I don’t think I will be able to find what I'm looking for even if I spend the entire night searching,” I muttered and moved away from the shelf. I waved Killian to a seat and took out a bottle of scotch from the cellar and glasses before heading back to the table.

I walked barefoot out the main gates of the Silvermoon pack territory. A rusted-out pickup truck waited for me. A relic from my old life. The door didn't just creak; it screamed in protest as I pulled it open. Now, it was my only way out. As I opened the door, I saw them. A pack of reporters, already waiting. "Elena! Over here!" "What does it feel like to be rejected by Alpha Aiden?" "Do you have anything to say to Lady Cora?"

"Ma'am, your prayers have been heard, and the evil spirit has now been purged. We have to return and report this to our monastery. All your son needs to do is rest, and he'll be able to walk by tomorrow." As he spoke, Lucas briskly packed up his tools, clearly preparing to flee. I stood silently in the shadows at the bedroom doorway, watching this absurd and bloody farce reach its end. It was almost time. I quietly slipped back into the living room and took out the phone I had prepared in advance. The moment the exorcists swiped that card, I'd already had the number prepared on my phone.

No matter how much he stared, he could never get enough of her. His girl moved with such quiet purpose, so ordinary and entirely captivating. He barely glanced at the rest of the flat. It was cozy, simple and perfect for one person. Killian stepped closer. His gaze roamed the small living room, imagining her living so simply. When he reached the television stand, his cold eyes fell on a white book resting neatly in front of it. He picked it up and scanned the title: ‘How to Get Rid of Depression.’ Curiosity piqued. Killian flipped it open and noticed lines carefully highlighted.