The Dead Silence

The Dead Silence

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My name is Alice. I am in denial about my true identity. I am a werewolf. The worst kind. I enjoy killing innocent humans and were wolfs. I love seeing those who are blood related to me in pain. My mind is empty. My eyes are blank. I do not speak. I do not remember. I block my memories. My mate has found me, therefor I am ruined.
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Code Red

They call me Detective Michaels. The city's boogeyman with a badge. Every bastard dealing flesh or poison knows my name, and they damn well should - because when I come knocking, I don't leave survivors. But here's the thing nobody knows - I'm not human. Not anymore. And I sure as hell wasn't born Lucian Michaels. Once, I was Claire Newman. A girl who loved a woman the world said she couldn't have. Her name was Max Stillwater - smart mouth, wildfire eyes, and a laugh that made me believe I could be something more than broken. Until her father decided I didn't deserve to breathe the same air as her. He made sure I disappeared. And I did - piece by fucking piece. The day I killed Claire, I became Lucian. I built him out of pain, steel, and blood. Now I'm the nightmare the monsters fear... until she walked back into my world. Same eyes. Same scent. Same goddamn heartbeat. And the hunger that's been buried all these years? It woke the second she said my name. I told myself I'd stay away. That I'd keep her safe from what I've become. But the truth is-I'm starving for her. For the past. For the pulse. For the only thing that ever made me feel alive. I'll burn heaven, hell, and this city to the ground before I lose her again. Because sometimes love don't fade. It rots It bites And when it comes back-it comes back hungry.

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