Circle Of Caim

One for his rage

Two for his loyal mage

Three for a twisted mind

And Four for the betas by his side

Five for his dark growl

Six for his experience howl

Seven for his flawless skills

Eight for his merciless kills

Nine for a chilling name

Ten for Beware Of Slade.

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"Tonight, a lover will be greeted with the corpse of his beloved." He smirked. His eyes moving from me to my hybrid. He saw the look on my face. He knew I gave in and was about to do what he had wanted for a long time,

"You have a choice," I looked at him and his men with angry eyes but he only chuckled, "choose wisely," he nodded his head towards the hybrid who stood next to him in silence and even with the gun on his head and a knife at his throat, he was as calm as ever.

"Aulora," my eyes fell on my hybrid as he slowly shook his head, causing the knife to cut through the skin on his neck and letting the blood flow out. His hard facial features commanding me to let him be the one who greeted death tonight.

The cold wind blew past me as the moon lit the cliff my conflicted self was standing on. I stared at the people standing in front of me and then at the dense forest behind them, where I didn't miss a witch waiting to kill us both as soon as her alpha gave her the command.

For the last time, I made eye contact with my hybrid, "I willingly will be death's guest tonight," walking back to the edge of the cliff, I jumped.

The last thing I heard was a victorious laugh and a growl filled with rage.