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"Wasn't she still alive and kicking two days ago? How could she die all of a sudden?" "The witch in the pack has examined the blood Ava spat out. It was laced with wolfsbane. She was poisoned to death," Alice said coldly. Then, she shoved her phone under Lucas' nose. "The surveillance cameras caught members of the rogue pack going in and out of your house. "It doesn't seem like they were here for the first time. Lucas, you're an Alpha. Why would you have rogue werewolves lurking near your house?" Lucas was in disbelief. "That's impossible! Ava never told me! If she'd told me, I would definitely have sent someone to protect them…"

"Layla Watson from Room 26 passed away due to complications," the nurse informed Maverick. Maverick stood frozen as if he had been struck by lightning. It took him a long moment before he finally found his voice. "When did this happen?" The nurse pulled up the medical records and checked. "She passed away on the night of June 28th at 9:00 pm. It's truly unfortunate that her daughter arrived just a little too late and didn't get to see her one last time."

Then, without another word, he walked past me and left—heading toward the boys’ quarters. I was led into a room. A dimly lit, massive room with a sign above the entrance that made my blood run cold. RIDE OR DIE. Or something equally ominous and dramatic. I barely had time to process it before my gaze landed at the end of the yard—where my mask sat. But between me and the mask… were things designed to kill me. WTF. I screamed inwardly. Traps. Weapons. Walls lined with spikes. A floor that looked ready to collapse. Fire pits. And those were just the things I could see.

She needed a plan, and she needed it fast. They thought she was a fool, a naive pawn to be manipulated. They were wrong. She was Isabella Rossi, and she wouldn't be played. But how? She couldn't confront them directly, not yet. They would deny everything, and she'd lose the element of surprise. As she considered her options, she became aware of a presence. Someone was watching her. She could feel it, a prickling sensation on the back of her neck. Slowly, cautiously, she turned.

Drex stepped forward awkwardly while Elea busied herself setting up the TV and scrolling through titles. "What are we watching?" he asked. "A horror movie!" “Horror? About what?" "Vampires!" "Gosh, I’m already having enough problems with real vampires, and now you want me to watch a movie about them?" "Yeah. Who knows? Maybe we’ll find a way to stop them," Elea replied, hitting play. Drex sat beside her unenthusiastically. He let her watch, figured it might actually help solve his case. "Look, Drex! Vampires hate garlic!" Elea noted.

"You know I can't lie, Narina." because you can't pull the trigger, Storm." "SHUT UP, CEDRON!" he yells again. I put a hand on the railing. "Death is going to come for me, for all of us, I know that. Death will come for me whether I want it to come or not." He grips the gun tightly, grimacing. "But not now," I jump off the railin

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

I worked myself to the bone every month so she could do what she loved, yet she went and staged an electrocution to kill me. The power outlet continued to hiss and buzz, like the mocking laughter of a devil. I stared at Felicia with hatred as she took my bank card before making a call. "Please… Help me… My husband accidentally got electrocuted. I need to arrange a funeral," she said, pretending to cry.

My brain was running slow, like it was wading through thick mud, and the thought that formed was almost funny. I must be hallucinating. People do that when they're dying, right? They see things. They see people, faces they want to see. Who they'll miss when they die, right? It really can't be Cassius. It makes no sense. How would he even know where I am? But the shape kept coming closer and it looked so fucking real. But it can't be. I'm sure of that. And then everything went black...