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Chasers were born and bred to hunt and kill Vampires, Werewolfs and more, It's what they do best. Blake Draven has killed hundreds, he just didn't count on one slipping through his grasp, Ipsum is plagued with random and mysterious killings and Blake knows it's all because of him. But he can't protect everyone, not even his own flesh and blood from the attacks. Whatever it is, Blake will kill it because that's what Chasers do, right?
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Vampires lived in covens, werewolves lived in packs, and witches lived in families, and not once did in breeding dare happen, for it would throw off the balance that our worlds existed in. What if I told you that all you knew about our world, the supernatural world, wasn't 100 percent true? Well, let me inform you, you were feed a lot of bull shit! Please allow me to set the record straight. "Tyler Black, what a pleasure." "I'll make it quick, Fire, as I know you are a busy...woman." I heard the snicker and rolled my eyes. "My son is taking over...the family business, as I'm sure you have heard." "Grayson is it? He's all grown up and ready to fight in the big bad world?...What do you need from me?" "I want Grayson to meet you, to make sure our further dealings are okay and you both are comfortable." "I can't say I get too many werewolves in my office, let alone Alpha's, or their sons, but yes, I can meet him today. Can he here by 3?" I stood up spinning around as the door opened, my red vampire eyes staring straight into the deepest, darkest pair of black ones I had even seen, an extraordinary feature on a wolf. My breath hitched and I struggled not to let his effect be known, after all, werewolves had the uncanny ability to have a strong sense of smell. Are you ready to head into an unknown world?

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