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Something was happening. Zahur’s man saw my distraction and struck. His blade whipped across my arm like a line of fire, but he didn’t bring his guard up in time, so I jabbed my knife directly into his gut. He slumped, and I slit his throat to make certain he was dead.

As I weave through the chaos, my eyes catch a familiar face—Blade. Blade had been the Gamma when I was Beta of the Black Moon Pack. Together, we had helped Zane become an Alpha who was both feared and respected, shaping the pack into a force to be reckoned with. Seeing him now, standing in the middle of the battlefield, brings a surge of anger to my chest, a fiery rage that threatens to consume me. “Blade,” I growl, my voice dripping with fury as I push my way towards him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face here after everything you’ve done.”

Lena at the edge of the garden in an oversized shirt and shorts, barefoot. The rider pulled his helmet off and leaned toward her like it was nothing, like he had every right to be there. I watched her laugh at something he said. Watched her uncross her arms. Watched thirty seconds of a stranger doing what I apparently couldn’t—making her look like she wasn’t trapped. My grip on the tablet tightened until the edges bit into my palm. Then I noticed something weird. “Zoom in on his arm,” I said. Gael did. Even through the grainy footage, the tattoo was clear— a blade wrapped in thorns, the tip dripping what looked like blood. I knew that mark.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

"You just came back from a love trip. Are you sure you've recovered from all those....you know what I mean." "Sex is no work for me. I was inside my wife for three days straight." "I hope you didn't make her come back on a wheelchair." "Fuck you, man." He laughed. "My wife's got strong bones." "If you say so." I shrugged my shoulders. "Go through the security cameras of last night. A Widow's Bite minion found his way to our garage and was very close to exploding it." "Hope the bastard was caught?" "Of course, Blade's got owl's eyes. He's currently at the basement with him."

“What?” Margo asked, sighing with annoyance. “Woah! I just wanted to buy you a drink.” He said, holding up his hands in surrender. “What for?” She asked, raising a brow even as she continued to walk away. Blade nodded at his men, who were helping pick up Maddog and Thrasher. He quickly followed after this new woman that had his blood rushing south. He wasn’t the type to chase after someone but she was just interesting enough that he didn’t care that she had basically dismissed him with a single look.

“What the fuck is going on with Blade? You really think he doesn’t know who he is?” Cowboy paused and nodded. “He really doesn’t have any clue.” “Horseshit!” Greer swore out loud. “That bastard knows, he’s trying to pull the wool over your eyes because he’s caught now and there ain’t a damn thing he’s got that will save his dumb ass.”

This person wants her to do according to his plan. “I don’t want you to look pathetic in our small movie Crimson Blade. We are currently ‘live’ on YT. What do you think will be the viewer's reaction when they saw your face more clearly? What do you think will the authorities will do when they will see the real face of Crimson Blade that they have a hard time finding? Laugh.” Zitrey eyes widened, ‘Who is it?’ she was so sure whoever it is already heard everything of their conversation. In the next few seconds, her question was answered.

Thus, when his gaze landed on the tiny crescent moon birthmark on the earlobe in the sketch, an image of one notorious S-class fugitive flashed through his mind. The guy in the sketch looked nothing like him, but not many folks sported that crescent on their ear. "Exactly," the Judge confirmed with a vigorous nod. "I'm betting he's in disguise. Hunter's intel puts this guy's age and height in the same ballpark as Black Blade!" "Is that so?" Howard's gaze sharpened. "Sir, who's Black Blade?" Yoel piped up. "Sir, allow me to fill you in," the Judge offered.

After returning to his allotted guest house, Blade settles his mate on his bed and then at the guidance of his Cheetah, Luther, he returns to the dungeons. He stops in front of another cell and observes the six werewolf rogues within. He smirks as he says, “Who wants to get out of here?” One rogue goes to step forward but is pulled back by another as he growls, “What’s the catch?” “Just a small donation of your blood.” The rogue that spoke steps closer a smirk tugging at his thin lips,