The Alpha Assassin is the best current series by the author Aurora Archer. The Chapter 76 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 76 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.
He didn’t break eye contact, and I braced for the fight.
Then, he ran so fast that he almost tripped over the carpet.
Ready to hunt? - I asked Aksala.
I’m craving blood - She growled in response.
I shed any part of me that thought this might be a bit sadistic and was left with a blazing fury that yearned for this game.
Ten seconds, Miles - I crooned through the link - Are you running, or are you hiding?
I stood in the very same place I had knelt in my parent's blood.
I had come back triumphant, the leader of the pack that had taken me.
So much blood had been spilled on my pack, but I was more than willing to add to it.
I flipped the dagger in my hand, cool and unrelenting. It was as part of me as anything now.
Blood Moon would not die.
I stalked out of the office, ready for justice that I already knew would taste so bitterly sweet.
Even without that power, he had that drew me to him, I could have found him based on scent alone. But I wanted to play. I wanted him to feel as much fear and helplessness in the next few minutes that I was forced to try to suppress every day after he turned on my father.
I followed him over the fraying rugs that started to rot with the windows left open; I walked over the scattered bones.
I would grieve for them later. What I was doing right now was for all of them.
I thought again about my parents and my friends. My pack’s faces flitted before me and I wanted to honor them all, I would honor them all.
They might not be here, but their memory lives through me.
I stalked past the open windows, crunching on glass on the floor.
I would tell their story, all of the stories I remembered, with as much vigor as my parents.
For it was not The Alpha and Luna that made the pack, it was every individual pack member. This pack was theirs as much as it was mine, and this was for them all.
My shoe kicked against something that clamored against the wall with a ringing, but I did not care.
I would rebuild for them all.
For they were Blood Moon, and I was the last of them.
This pack would not die with me. I owed it to them all to keep going.
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