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A boring life, full of yearning and unfulfilled wishes. But one day, her daily and boring life was shattered in the cruelest way possible. On that day, she woke up to the scream and cry, to the obscene laugher and mockery. The sound of steel clashing and horse galloping. She couldn't see, and this might have been a blessing, for what was happening in front of her was simply hell. ****, Death, Pillage, Humiliation, Anger, Pain, and sadness. This was the ugliest side of humanity.

He truly made a mistake. Drix gritted his teeth, his blood boiling and his wolf raging in his head. "Even if the world crumbles around me, even if my life depends on it, even if you have blood gushing out of your body and breathing your last! For easily selling me off without a second thought, for doing the very thing I despise the most and with the people I hate more than the goddess, I will never forgive you!!!" ____

The intensity of his rage radiated from him, casting a dark shadow over all who crossed his path. Outside the room, Haider's pent-up fury erupted like a volcano. With a primal scream, he unleashed his wrath upon the nearest wall, his fist smashing through the plaster with a thunderous impact. Blood trickled down his knuckles, but Haider seemed unfazed by the pain. The physical pain was nothing compared to the seething anger that consumed him.

My body slammed painfully against the cold floor, my elbow cracking against the leg of the table. "No!" I shrieked in horror as the man ruthlessly grabbed Dad again by his collar, repeatedly smashing his head into the table with methodical brutality. Each brutal impact sent violent tremors through my soul, his head growing increasingly wet and sickening. Blood splattered gruesomely across the floor and walls, speckling the family photos with crimson, Dad's shirt quickly turning a dark, horrifying crimson.

The door swung inward, revealing a scene that instantly made my blood boil. Adrian. His face was a mask of raw terror, his eyes wide and brimming with tears. The color had completely drained from his skin, leaving him pale and clammy. I knew that look. It was the look of someone drowning in a panic attack, dragged under by the relentless currents of his own mind. Given his near-photographic memory and the vividness of his recollections, I knew this was pure torture. He had a memory like a steel trap; every cruel word, every act of abuse, was etched into his mind.

“Fucking drive.” As the car skidded into gear, red-stained eyes traveled back to Zoe. He brushed chocolate waves away from her dark lashes, cautiously softening the harsh furrow of her brow. Salty tears continued to stream from shadowed eyes, his head dipping to kiss her clammy forehead. He had no idea how he had let this happen, no idea how he had managed to fail her so fucking badly. Blood smeared over her stomach, his messy attempt to stem the bleeding. His heart sank watching her eyes squeezing shut, agony marring the beautiful features of her face. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She had made him feel alive for the first time in his fucking life, and he had repaid her by bringing

But Derick's heart had hardened, his longing for justice eclipsing any remnants of compassion. In one swift motion, Derick unleashed his fangs, his primal instincts taking over. The room erupted in chaos as Derick lunged at Mr. Isaac, his claws tearing through flesh, silencing the traitor forever. It was a brutal act, driven by the rage and sorrow that had consumed Derick's soul. I watched in horror, my breath caught in my throat, as the life drained from Mr. Isaac's eyes. The reality of our situation became painfully clear—there was no room for mercy in this battle against darkness.

I didn’t feel αnything except rαge‚ αnger‚ fury. I punched‚ kicked αnd sαnk my teeth into one of their shoulders αnd he howled like α dying αnimαl. Blood sprαyed αcross the wαlls. Bones crαcked. I grαbbed one of them by the throαt αnd slαmmed him down so hαrd the floor shook beneαth us. “PLEASE!” one of them cried. “Pleαse‚ we didn’t know—”

Deirdre was hysterical. She lunged and pounded her fists on him in a post-traumatic fit. “Are you happy now? Huh? Are you finally satisfied now!? Nothing pleases you more than seeing me humiliated and dehumanized and suffering from a nervous breakdown, doesn’t it, you demon!? If you hate me so much—if you hate me this much—then why didn’t you let me die and rot in prison!? Let me die with my child, and I wouldn’t have to suffer all of your torment for no f*cking reason!”