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“If I hadn’t done it, how would we have eliminated my brother? The one we both hated?” He stares hard. “And Scar? What if Gerald wounded him? What if he crawled off to die?” My chest tightens violently at the thought. I straighten and turn away, staring out the window. “I know Scar isn’t dead,” I say slowly. “Because he survived Valentino and his men.” The memory of the footage burns behind my eyes now. Scar transforming fully and monstrously. Tearing through Valentino and his men with the strength of an entire pack. “If that same power rose in him against Gerald… Then he lived.”

he growled. I shuddered, feeling a shiver in my spine. “Her smell is similar, but not the same. You are not her, and this is not her cub!” he screamed, his teeth serrated near my warm skin. Suddenly he turned away, turning into a tall man with fair skin and a proud look. His muscle-building exuded power and vitality. Her dark hair framed a sculpted face, and a well-groomed beard added a touch of sophistication. His confident posture and dominant presence drew attention, but mine went straight to the scar that ran from his shoulder to the middle of his bare chest.

His voice growled as he spoke, “Now go.” “You have always been so greedy, Maverick. Your father said I should help you break her in and show you that a leopard never changes her spots. She would enjoy it.” Mistuhide’s cousin said right before Maverick’s fist connected to his face. The crack that filled the hallway was loud enough to be heard in the larger room where the people were still. “Are you okay?” Maverick said as he looked at Scar, who was watching everything. “I am fine, Mav. You got here before anything could happen.” She said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him.

Scar grunted, “they’re not like us, Scar. It would help if you stopped to tell me before going off on some trip in the forest .” Scar looked at Damon she looked just as confused. “You submitted when I caught you in the territory instead of fighting to the death. You’re part of the pack. You belong to it. To me.” “I don’t belong to anyone!” “Yes you do!”Damon looked on in frustration. “You rode on my back all the way here. You didn’t object when I poured my seed into !. You are my woman Scar . If you wanted to turn traitor you could

Is that what love look like? Everything seems happy and beautiful. “You look perfect tonight, sweetheart” staring at him this adoring eyes. He fixed her hair behind her ears. “Your name perfectly suits you.” “Thank you,” she said “And you look charming too,” indeed he looks dashing in his khaki pants and button up polo. “You’re just saying that because I’m your boyfriend.” “Ofcourse not. I already liked you even before but you were just really snob.” Miguel was taken aback by the unexpected revelation, but smirked, “Really?”

I begin conjuring my magic in preparation for the fight. I look over at our new arrivals and assess them. One of the ghouls has a medium frame with a buzz cut . The other one is probably close to six feet, short brown hair, and has a thick red scar running from his cheek to his chin. They scan the crowd and their eyes land on Kieran. “Just the man we’ve been looking for!” Scarface says as they begin strolling towards us. The patrons standing in their path quickly move before they get trampled.

how can he be so sure that she is inside that woods? “No one is in there” she opposed. “But her scent is here” my forehead creased looking at him as I peek a glance towards Akira staring at him. How can he say those? I can’t even smell her scent but he can? What the heck is this means? Is there something I don't know between them? Do they--? No Sachiko isn't like that and so Scar. “There’s an only flood of blood not a shadow of any person,” Keren said.

She said and I felt coldness wash over me. “Was she his mate? Why would he think I was her?” I asked, many questions swirling through my head. “Like I said, he is said to have lost his mind after his return from the dark forest.” Scar explained with a tut, “He probably calls every girl he meets by that name. Don’t let it bother you. He is crazy.” I nodded my head, despite not agreeing to her words. By now, I knew when to let things rest. If I pushed further, it would mean I wasn’t satisfied and nothing that bothered me went past Cole.

In fact, despite looking very relaxed, these five men were emitting a powerful aura that surpassed any human generals she had ever met. "Good evening Your Highness, I am David," said the biggest one with long brown hair. The first thing Roselle noticed was the two big scars running from the middle of his forehead down to his left cheek. Trying her best not to stare at his scars due to her surprise, Roselle's curiosity was sparked because it was common knowledge that werewolves heal themselves and if they do get healed, they would never be left with scars. So how was it that this man had a scar?

He and two of the others carry large rifles in their arms. The one in the middle has both his arms free of anything. He looks a lot like Lazarus which confuses me. His skin and hair color is more or less the same shades as Lazarus and the eyes are similar as well. The difference is the fact that this male looks disheveled. His hair is long and shaggy. The beard is wild and unkempt. He has a large scar on his face that looks pretty recent with its bright purple shade.