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All three of them bled profusely, their bones broken and muscles torn. They were all stomped to death! Gareth and his other disciples were mortified. The members of the Lyfe family were also shocked, some of them even threw up on the spot. Four of Gareth’s disciples were killed in silence. Even killing a pig would make more noise than this. How powerful was the killer to kill all four of them without making a noise? “Where’s the girl?! Where’s Sven and Wolf?” Moments later, Gareth finally realized something was not right.

He collapses in front of us. Ah, the eagle, what have you done? We run to help him. He has fainted. I send men to see who these people who are still alive in the house are. He comes back to tell me: - No one is still alive, chief, everyone is dead, except for madam who is in the shower. - Are you sure? Where is the Zapata family? Karen and her father? - They are dead, chief; the eagle killed them all.

Author’s POV: They all died. At this moment, the other four realized what was going on and were shocked. They were pleading with the leader. They didn’t force him to split the money. But he shot. It was the same person who shot Evan just now. “Sometime, this is what happens!” The man with the pig mask slammed the gun on the table. His fierce temperament frightened everyone. “Do you have killed them?”

I thought to myself as I shot two hunters standing on the left and was about to run to the blazing pentagram when I noticed my shirt on the ground and grabbed it before I took flight. I was shooting at the men, Jack was covering my back and I run as fast as possible. Just when my father was about to reach for it, I threw my shirt into the fire and the whole thing blew up with blinding white light and an enormous spread of energy that sent me flying back to where the others were “KEVIN” I heard Jack scream my name and then I couldn’t get up again…

After Abandoning the ship, the Crow nest keeper then did not hear us till we were all gone. Endeavors never stopped firing until they saw the ship explode. The Keeper of the Crow nest then later died in the ship. The Keeper also died by falling from the place. He fell while trying to replace the Jolly Roger back to its place. So you can see kid, I like it not to become the keeper of that thing. Mr Gibbs, Navigated to the left side as Pirate Halt stopped talking.

Christine wondered what happened to the crew and asked Pietro. “They killed the staff. Shot them and threw their bodies overboard.” Pietro said, he ran a hand over his face. “We didn’t see it, because we were in the hold at that time, but we heard the shots.” “Animals.” Stefano said. Diric looked up from the magazine and fixed Stefano with a hateful glare. The boy looked away. Christine lay back with her head on Chase’s shoulder. “When the time comes, we need to act fast.” She lowered her voice. “My medication is in their food.”

Elsa said. Sharon touched her ear and continued reading. "WOLF hearing wow!." Elsa said. "How about the betas?." She added. "Hmmm. The guy who dropped the letter was killed last night and he was our only shot to find the rest, now the rest will be afraid to come out of their hidings." Sharon said. "Oh my God who killed him?." Elsa asked. Sharon eyes was now filled in tears. "The hunters, they decapitated him and he's an innocent kid." Sharon said bursting to tears.

A deep, gut-wrenching pain surged through me as we found ourselves once again in a dire predicament. Meanwhile, Peter's gaze was fixed on the two gunmen, his eyes narrowing as he tried to discern their identities. Suddenly, his expression changed, and with a fierce shout, he declared, “Han River and Joe River, you’re both dead!” In that moment, we were all taken aback. The River family? Were these the traitors Yolanda had mentioned? A blaze of fury ignited in Peter’s eyes as he swiftly drew Kim’s gun, taking aim at the two men without hesitation. The gunshots rang out once more, the Han River and Joe River, both fell to the ground in response.

The three men, Damon, Damian, and Donald, stood talking to different groups, their crowns glinting under the moonlight. Pearl ran past with a flower crown perched crookedly on her head, giggling as she chased glowing butterflies. Then an explosion ripped through the night as fire and debris sent her flying up before she hit the ground hard. With ringing ears, I crawled toward Pearl and began screaming her name over and over. Damon and Damian reached us first, faces ashen and Donald arrived moments later, dropping to his knees. “She’s gone,” he declared, voice cracking. “Pearl is dead.”

I could imagine Marcus looking scary because he was pissed. “T-They… they w-were killed several months ago. None of them survived.” The fear still lingered on his face. His words, though. “Killed by who?” I asked this time. He gulped while looking at my dagger that had slightly cut his skin. Then he looked at me. “A-Alpha… of the H-Homer Pack. H-He went one night, killing e-everyone in this village and showing no mercy. Everything was red that night, the screams were everywhere. It seemed like hell had visited thi—”