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It wasn’t his blood, his eyes widened as Zoey cut herself quietly, Alex realized that Zoey cut herself in order to try and heal Alex. Zoey took out the other katana too and held it in a correct stance. “You’re being stupid, Zoey.”, Jazz stated with annoyance as she loaded her gun. “And you’re disgustingly trying to steal my husband whom I didn’t even know!”, Zoey stated as her grip got tighter on the swords. Zoey charged toward Jazz and managed to cut her before Jazz could fire her gun at her. Jazz groaned in pain. “You’re going to pay for this!”, Jazz shouted at Zoey.

A swift kick disarmed the man, and Kane's blade—a silver-edged knife he'd pulled from his boot—ended the fight with a single, efficient strike. From the opposite side of the clearing came a sharp, ear-piercing howl. Gunnar, Xander's hulking cousin, had taken down a hunter armed with a semi-automatic rifle. His wolf form was massive, his fur almost black with streaks of deep auburn. He growled low and deep, standing over the fallen man as his jaws dripped with blood. Gunnar's presence alone seemed to unnerve the remaining hunters, who faltered in their attacks, their formation breaking as panic set in.

sofie replied. Today's the day for the meeting between the two major mafia groups in London. I, Kiara Blade. I'm about to attend a meeting with my father Leo Blade, the leader of the Blade Mafia family, in order to sign a marriage treaty with the new Mafia lord of the Darkwood society. “Father, do you honestly believe that the Darkwood would really accept this treaty even after the 15 years war we have had with them?” I asked silently as we were on our way to the meeting site.

"If you do this... you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" Everything seemed to freeze. A flicker of confusion and struggle flashed in Zander's bloodshot eyes. Then, his gaze snagged on a silver demon-warding dagger sitting on the nightstand. He let out a pained howl, shoved me away, and grabbed the blade. Without hesitating, he sliced it deep into his own arm. The sound of silver searing wolf skin hissed through the air, followed by the smell of burnt flesh. The brutal pain worked. The crimson in his eyes drained away, his pupils returning to their usual piercing gold.

The blade passed harmlessly through, leaving nothing but rippling darkness in its wake. Kael didn’t stop. He pivoted instantly, dragging his blade back across the arc where the figure reformed. This time, he infused the strike with everything he had—speed, force, and a raw edge of fury that burned through his veins. The shadows recoiled. Not much. But enough. A faint ripple—like something real had been touched. “There you are,” Kael muttered. Behind him, Lira darted forward, her twin blades flashing as she slashed through the lingering tendrils. “So it can be hit,” she said, breath steady despite the tension. “That’s something.”

"Why? What do I have done? Tell me in detail, Blade." Blade struck the table in exasperation with her clench fist. "Don't act innocent, you pervert!" "Pervet? No. Didn't you want it? But your meat juices for me." "Shut up!" Blade threw him the table knife, which made a cut in Lorcan's face. Hearing him talk about it pissed her off. Although she really despises it, she could not deny that her wolf willingly accepted him. It makes her crazy as hell.

Instead of leaving like Alejandro had instructed, Blade took a bold step and she encircled her arms around Alejandro's waist, resting on his bare back. Alejandro was a bit taken aback by Blade's action, but he got angry almost immediately. "And what the fuck do you think you're doing, Blade?!" He asked, angrily without moving an inch. "Why Alejandro? Why can't you just see me as a woman for once, and not your childhood friend or a member of the Gambino family?" Blade asked with a soft tone as she hugged him from behind, her arms firmly wrapped around his waist and her head resting on his back.

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

Another big male grabs him by the scruff of his neck and roars in his face, telling him to shift and submit, and he does. The little blonde stalks towards the siren as she looks down at this Morgana. Her claws slip as she grabs her around the throat. She growls in her face when out of the corner of my eye I see Gabe moving towards her with a sliver blade in his hand. That glints under the light. “Look out.” I shout. The blonde turns as the knife is plunged into her chest. She screams as she releases the bitch as she laughs before she disappears. “Gaia!” The big male who has me runs towards her as she falls. I drop to my knees, clutching my chest as Jake does too. Leo is whimpering and so is

Something primal of my own. My eyes changed. I felt it happen, felt her presence behind them, looking out at the world through my gaze. Killian—Blade—saw it. A wild grin spread across his face. "There you are," he growled, his voice deeper, rougher. "I was wondering when you'd join us." Zoey spoke through my lips. "You think you can handle both of us, wolf?" Blade's laugh was dark, delighted. "I'm counting on it."