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Family is who you make it and I’ve discovered blood means nothing, not unless I’ve slipped my blade into flesh and drawn my scythe with it. Just when things were starting to look up and all the pieces of my f--ked up life were coming together, I’m once again thrust into a war and this time I’m taking no prisoners. This is it, the final showdown, my scythe is sharpened and my boys are by my side. We might just find ourselves dead but not before I’ve drawn my scythe on every one of our enemies’ foreheads.

There she lay in all her glory...it was her: Dalia from the Wild. As she lay upon the manicured turf eating a fresh peach under a heavy tree, my mouth salivated as she sexily consumed her delicacy.

I had the double-edged dagger wrapped around his throat before the monster could even calculate his predicament! A surge of adrenaline kicked in, as I heard Christa cry out in pain. This caused me to dig deep with my sharp, deadly, instrument. It plunged into left side of the Guardian's main artery with great force.