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Ivan Lynch had lived hundreds of lifetimes. In fact, he couldn't even remember the exact year he was born let alone his age. However, he could usually convince someone he was in the eighteen to twenty three range. No one needed to know his age was somewhere in the three hundreds.
See, Ivan Lynch could not rest. He was put on this Earth for a single purpose, and he would not rest until he accomplished his task. He was the Dorcham of the supernatural world, and that meant a single thing - he was here to raise chaos.
And chaos he would bring, even if it was three hundred years plus in the making.
It was never supposed to be this difficult, but Alice Dubois, later Foster, was one tricky little bitch. The woman had managed to slip through his fingers, like oil slipped away from water. There was a time when she loved him, once upon a century. Or three.
But now she was dead, and in her place a daughter.
Ella Foster.
See, Ivan didn't want Ella in the way he had wanted Alice. He didn't just want Alice's power, he wanted Alice to love him. And he knew she did, even if she refused to admit it. Even if she had taken a string of lovers running from him, but he was trying to help her. By killing them all, he was protecting her from heartbreak.
He was getting rid of Alice's mistakes, banishing them from the face of the Earth. She called him sadistic, but he was saving her. However, he could use Ella for her power. This business was tricky, and Ivan could not allow a single flaw in his plan.
Ivan was going to raise something dark, something he hadn't had the pleasure of seeing for three hundred years. The Dread Doctors had the capability to raise the dead, to revive something Alice Dubois sought to keep in a grave.
And at long last, chaos would once again reign.
But science, especially with the supernatural, was tricky. Practice was a necessity to reach success, which was why teenagers like Tracy Stewart and Hayden Romero were vital casualties. Their deaths would lead to perfection, to pure terror.
Ivan Lynch had strategically placed himself on the chessboard, surrounded by an impenetrable force. There was Theo Raeken, his bishop. Slithering through the cracks and weaseling his way into Scott McCall's pack. The only thing that could potentially defeat Ivan was the power of a true alpha and an Éadroma working together. The chimeras were his pawns, distracting the opposition. His knights, the Doctors, were bringing their King closer and closer to success.
He gazed down at Liam Dunbar, the boy fading in and out of consciousness. The beta remained locked to the concrete floor, stirring every now and then. Ivan upped the dosage of the serum injected in Liam's arm, weakening his system.
