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r few years. He didn't knock. Didn't call ahead. He just walked through the door one night, boots heavy, and h

ing. He wasn't here for small talk or second chan

as coming, no one expected the fallout to hit this hard. Grandpa wasn't just family; he was the alpha.

, lines were drawn, and in the middle of it all, there were whispers. Quiet ones at first, but they grew lo

ontrol, and honestly? It was exactly what the pack needed. He was the kind of alpha

pires? They're like cockroaches. You think you've crushed

d our best interests at heart. The humans in the pack didn't help either. Turns out, some of them were mo

gus

the vampires back to whatever holes they came from. For a minu

e. A neighbor who vanished in the night. Then it became i

hey made i

tag along with Dad on one of their father-son trips. They were headed to the old port down Larkshi

d up when they left. I waved them off with some

he explosi

eces scattered across the road like confetti. By t

was

hat wasn't enough, his spine was shattered. My twin, my other half, was redu

someone. I stayed back, tried to keep what was left of my family from falling apart.

while,

mmers. Quietly, at first. Then it starts eating at y

at hate found

ld pack records. Nothing serious. Just killing time, scrolling through

wasn't just a school. It was a

disappearances, weird construction work no one could explain, peop

w we ende

rgettable face. Sparrow had a lead. Said George was a hybrid. The kind o

George didn't make it easy. He cut through alleys that smelled like piss and stale beer,

graveyard for books no one cared about. The air was damp, t

is one leading to an old dorm. The space was tight, too tight. Th

r slammed sh

enaline made it feel like it was. "Alright, boys," I said, smirking as I adj

n sharp enough to cut glass. "Finally

just pulled out his gear, h

hat always showed up right before things got me

crawl into our lives, take what

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ith m