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They chased after it, but it was too fast, and soon they lost it in the darkness. They returned to the clearing, where Darell and Marcelyn began to interrogate the werewolf they had captured. The creature was terrified and disoriented, its mind clouded with fear and confusion. It took them a while to get any useful information out of it, but eventually, they managed to coax a name out of it: Zoltar. Just as Zoltar was about to spill more information, an arrow whizzed through the air, striking the werewolf in the chest and killing it instantly. They spun around, searching for the source of the attack, but whoever it was had already disappeared.

Across the room, Zak snapped a silver-marked mag into his 1 MXG, racked it with a clean mechanical clack, and sauntered over, catching the tail of the call. “What’s the crisis?” he asked. Jake lowered the phone. “Jane bolted. Mum says a wolf was inside the safe zone.” Zak’s mouth tipped into a humorless smile. “Hate being right all the time.” On the cot, Jasper pushed himself up, ghost-pale but standing under his own weight. “What’s all the shouting?” “Time to hunt,” Zak said, flipping the MXG safe. “You in?” Jasper’s hands curled. “I want the thing that killed Linda.”

The scent of her shampoo mixed with smoke and rain, grounding him even in chaos. Cole glanced at them both, grim. “They’re not stopping, Dante. Whoever’s after her…they want blood.” Dante’s grip tightened around Amara as he turned to Cole, voice low and deadly. “Then they’ll drown in theirs.” Amara looked between them—the man who claimed to protect her, and the one who claimed to save her. And for the first time, she didn’t know which of them was more dangerous. Her voice broke softly against the silence. “That was the night I realized Dante wasn’t my danger… he was my war.”

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.

More or less pointing out that Zoe had caused him trouble by having to take her to the hospital. Zoe did not reply but kept her head down. She was absorbing, forcing her brain to think that the man before her was dangerous. It made her realize to be more careful in the future when dealing with him. The pleasure offered by Wolf's body perhaps made her a little foolish, and she forgot how Wolf could turn out to be so dangerous in a matter of seconds. What Wolf did, his words earlier, were enough to bring Zoe back to reality. Re-implanting the idea of making a pact with the devil in her brain because that metaphor was so true.

“I was still following our plan of buying time till the armed men scared him off from behind or shot his leg. But, I had a second doubt when they were taking too much time and when the bomb was on Hazel. I felt like it was getting out of control for a bomb to be in the room and since the armed men were taking too long, I assumed they got into a fight with Zack’s men that we didn't know about. But then, the moment Zack defused the bomb within a minute. I knew I had a chance because, for that type of bomb, it takes more than ten minutes to defuse. And that could only mean something, it was a fake bomb. I could have let the armed man do his job but I felt disgusted and angry so I had to shoot h

I was so focused on the chaos outside that I never realized Scarface hadn’t actually fled with the others. Instead, he’d hidden beneath a nearby car during the confusion. At that moment, his sights were locked directly onto my head. All he had to do was pull the trigger, and he’d have a chance to become the new master of this estate. A quiet laugh escaped my lips. Did he really think I’d let that happen? Just as Scarface was about to fire, he suddenly realized the area around the car had become completely surrounded by zombies. What he still didn’t know was that alongside the foie gras, I had secretly attached a piece of raw, blood-covered meat.

Cassian rose too, stepping around the table. “Who said anything about games?” he asked, stopping in front of her. “This isn’t about fun, Zara. It’s about leverage.” She didn’t move. “You’re dangerous,” he said softly. “And I want you where I can see you.” Her heart kicked harder. But she looked up and met his eyes with steel. “Fine,” she said. “But you’re not the only one watching.” She walked out without looking back. And Cassian Wolfe, the man who didn’t chase anyone, already knew:

"Do you want to end him, Senor?" "No," Vector said, wincing a little. "An enemy of an enemy is a friend. I can't believe they fought over that money still." "Obviously. Completely dirty money for dirty motherfuckers." It was Diego, and his statement confused me. How could he judge when he was part of the mafia? Killing people? Vector only gave a shrug. "Dump him far away from the Villa and kill on sight." Alvin turned to me, his eyes hardened by something I could not quite understand. Even as they pulled him away, he didn't beg or yell. His eyes were fixed on me, and that gaze sent chills running down my spine.

Dusky eyes glanced up at her once more, intense and overwhelming, before he smiled, disappearing into the darkened parking lot and out of sight. For the second time that night, Elford guided her toward her car. This time, however, he seemed unhappy, perhaps disappointed in her actions. It was only once they reached her silver sedan did he stare down at her, venerable hazel eyes boring into her. “You need to stay away from him, Zoe. He may seem like a nice guy, a real charmer, but he is dangerous. Far more dangerous than you could even imagine.”