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She finished telling them, hoping they wouldn’t mind her listening more than normal. Looking between the two of them, Cordovia smiled lightly. Amaria was already nodding, as she smiled brightly. “I don’t care. As long as we can be friends? Plus, you’re gonna need me around.” She explained, as she giggled softly. Cordovia nodded, then looked at Nikolias, who was smiling to himself. He was slightly mysterious to her, but she wanted to find out more. And why he too held a similar mark to her. It was time she asked her father about the marks. But she knew he was a busy man. Since he didn’t bring her to school himself. Sighing, the girl turned around and headed for the main building. She was read

“Perhaps one of the guards picked it up.” He shakes his head. “Janas and I made them flee the scene with us. Plus they were in wolf form. They couldn’t have picked up anything of that size with their paws.” I study him for a moment, mind reeling. “What about her clothes? Her pockets?” His face squeezes uncomfortably. “She wasn’t wearing clothes, Deidre. She had transformed back.” I feel my throat tighten, a prickling feeling at the thought of Mark seeing his protegé, my daughter, naked. One quick glance at his features shows me he’s equally uncomfortable admitting this to me.

I dumped the sponge in the sink and raced for the front door, just as it opened. I stopped before I could collide with the one who opened the door, my eyes widening in shock at the sight that greeted me. Kenzo's once pristine suit was stained with blood, and his forehead was still bleeding from a big gash. Mark had his arm around Kenzo's waist, to keep him steady, but I could tell he was also wounded. “What happened?!” Mark's eyes widened when he saw me. He visibly swallowed before he said, “Why are you still awake?” As if it were the most casual thing to do while looking like they did.

She nodded, trusting Mark to guide them through this nightmare. Mark stripped off his bloodstained jacket and exchanged it with the fallen henchman's. It was a crude disguise, but it was their only chance to blend in with the enemy. He could hear the approaching footsteps, growing louder and more menacing with every passing second. Leia's breaths came in shallow gasps as she watched Mark transform his appearance in the dim light of the cave. He pulled the henchman's hat low over his face and adjusted the jacket, making himself look as convincing as possible.

A gray van is parked haphazardly in the ambulance lane, its side door sliding open with a rusted groan. Two men—nomads I don't know—jump out. Their clothes are dark, soaked. They reach into the back. They pull a body out. It’s Markos. He is limp. His head lolls back, his good eye staring up at the fluorescent lights without seeing them. His chest... I cover my mouth. His chest is a ruin. Two dark, ragged holes punch through his tactical vest, right over the lung. Blood is everywhere—soaking his jeans, dripping onto the white linoleum floor as they carry him in.

replied Luke plainly but Elena decided not to reply and continued staring at Mark. “Sorry, I was caught up by my mother.” Mark replied in a plain tone. “Did she try to dress you up again?” asked Mateo in a frustrated tone. “Don’t ask! I told her I will wear just anything but she never listens!” said Mark in an exhausted tone while explaining the reason for his late arrival. Mark, the Greek God, was wearing a black turtle neck with a black trouser and a grey blazer on top. The outfit was making him look like a model, who directly came here from runaway.

"You know the rules. Contact means consequences. For both of you." I stare at the message, my jaw clenching. Marcus has been my mentor since everything changed. He's kept me alive, taught me how to control my abilities, how to channel the wolf without losing myself to it. He's saved my life more times than I can count. But he doesn't understand what it's like to be this close to her after all these years and do nothing. He doesn't understand what it's like to have your soul mate ripped away. Another text: "They're watching. If you reveal yourself, if you break protocol, they'll come for her too."

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

The crowd panicked, desperate to escape, but the scorching heat outside forced them back, their faces twisted in despair. For a moment, everyone seemed to surround me as if I were their last hope. I calmed their panic, and with Zoe’s help, quickly handed out the newly developed heat-resistant suits. While relief washed over the survivors, on stage, Mark’s face had gone ashen. The moment the warehouse lost power, he knew it was over for him. I moved to check Janine’s condition. After giving her the special medicine, I shook my head regretfully.

But it didn’t. I walked back, biting the inside of my cheek so hard I could taste blood. I told myself not to cry. I was used to this. I was used to being nothing. Still, something inside me cracked. Mark sauntered up confidently. He stepped into the pool, held up a silver chain, and before the orb could even rise, a red light burst around him. Fire. He smirked and turned to the crowd. “That’s how it’s done.” Then he turned to me. “Take a good look, half-breed. This is probably the last place you’ll ever see before you’re kicked out.”