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He shifts into a wolf in the blink of an eye, head-butting me. His wolf is nothing compared to mine, and I know I can take him, but he runs away before I can get over the sensation in my head. When I look around, the crowd has dispersed, and it is just Zane, slowly dying, Ariana cowering in a corner, the godfather, and Rufus with the rest of the guards. I slowly shift back, rushing towards Zane. “You can kill me now, and I will gladly pass away in peace,” he says. I ignore him, touching his neck to see that his veins are still active.

Zayn Cardinal had ignored the leader of the raid and targeted him instead, aiming for his life. It had been years since he had last seen the children of his late brother but he had to admit that he was surprised by the impressive strength and fierceness they possessed. These men were unlike the savage wolves that he had met in his life and they were the strongest of them all. Zayn Cardinal, was without a doubt, the most dangerous one of them all. His wolf prided itself on its savage and untamed nature and was renowned for its calculated and merciless approach to its prey.

They aren’t very creative. “I have a job for you—not very difficult.” I say but I can’t really assure them of that. It might be difficult to find Zara. You know what? Scrap that. I know for sure that it will be downright difficult to find Zara because the wolf gang failed and although, they were led by Alfred who I really don’t have much faith in, they were still sort of good at their job and they still couldn’t find her. I wonder where she and that shitty man of hers are. It can’t be too far though. I reasoned but I won’t be telling the rogues this and what does it even matter if the job is difficult or not. I think the more difficult it is, the more interesting it will be. That’s what I th

For the dignity of the police, Loggins would never allow the Death Inquisitor to kill Zangwei in front of him. Soon, Loggins studied the machine carefully. He found the problem. The game was not that simple. There were many hidden dangers. There were many life-threatening dangers everywhere. To save Zangwei, blood would have to be spilled!

As soon as the noise was heard everyone had a hand on their guns even the body guards were alerted from the outside. "This not good, we be civil okay." Hoashi said in his Japanese accent. "The traffic in New York is mind blowing." Oskar got in leaving his body guard outside. Oskar Borgström the Don of the Swedish Mafia. He was older than all the men seated but younger than Marian and Garreth of course.

For us. With the many series of events that were unfolding, Lorenzo managed to pull out a knife which we were not aware that he was with, and my eyes widened in school. Immediately he tried aiming at Hardin’s chest, Hardin managed to dodge, and at the same time, took the knife away from Lorenzo’s hands by bending it. Lorenzo had flawed the rules of the game, so it was no longer a game. It was now a battle of the fittest. The only thing that managed to keep me sane, was my wolf’s constant assurance that everything would be fine. She was really confident which should not be the case, considering that our mate was probably in trouble.

“Mine.” The volti held his eyes, her expression cunning. “Mine.” Mathin’s eyes narrowed. In his present mood, he wouldn’t object to skinning her. The female snorted and paced away, conceding the prize to the more dangerous predator. The rest of the pack melted into the woods, in search of easier prey. “You’re going to get me killed,” Andrea whispered, but her shoulders relaxed. “You’re making this more difficult than it has to be.” He helped her to her feet, helpfully dusting her rear.

The horse kicked the air with its front hooves, hating to be cornered with predators. Our little intruder hissed and swiped at Ozias, trying to keep him away. Hackles raised. Jaw snapping. The one Maverick had downed before we interfered was already spurting blood, Dargan's mouth dripping blood. Calming the rage slightly, I trotted to where Ozias trapped the wolf. My eyes met Alvara's. Free swirled inside her. Trembles danced down her spine. She was utterly afraid to go back. To meet Eugene head-on once more in a confined space. We would all lay down our lives before they could take her again. 'Leave him alive. We need information.' I said to Ozias through our link. The golden wolf nodded hi

CHAPTER 7: DON'T BE IMPULSIVE ZARA: When Darius pulled me back into his room, claiming he needed to investigate me, my first reaction was pure, unadulterated panic. Darius Stormfang wasn't someone you could just trifle with; he was the most dangerous, powerful man in the North American werewolf hierarchy. He was the law. But then, a cold, calculated idea struck me.

"Don't lie to me! Zaria was completely paralyzed when you dragged her out of the pack house. She didn't even have a wolf left in her. She was a useless human dropped in the middle of a freezing forest. How does a broken girl wipe out an entire squad of elite hunters?" "It wasn't her!" Vance shouted, his eyes wide with pure panic. "We had her cornered against a tree. We were about to finish it, just like you ordered. And then the air just went completely heavy. It felt like something was crushing our lungs. We couldn't even stand up or draw our weapons." "Who was it?" I demanded, my grip tightening. "If another pack is hunting on our borders, Garrick needs to know about it immediately."