Don't Want With Cyclone!

Hayley's POV:

With one swift kick, I sent the guy in front of me flying, then used the momentum to leap off the wall, planting my feet against it twice before landing behind the group. In a flash, I whipped out my silver needles and struck four of them with pinpoint precision, hitting their pressure points before they even realized what was happening.

If Truman hadn't been here, I would've let Hera take over and tear through them without wasting a second.

But now? I had to play it slow.

I glanced at the four I'd hit-each one collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

The rest of the crew hesitated, gripping their weapons tighter but not daring to take another step closer.

"Is she really just an Omega?" One of them muttered in disbelief. "She took down four of us in the blink of an eye!"

We're with the Cyclone Pack-we've seen worse than

as the words hundred grand hit the

replaced by greed

1. me.

into

the second.

slipped a hand

Claudio back when he was still around-a special wolfsbane mist. Knocked out wolves

out, when a voice

froze. The fighters hesitated, slowly turning around-and there he was. Truman. The once- arrogant gang leader was now

casually tucked into his coat pocket, while

crossed my arms,

exactly what he was doing-take down the leader, and the

move.

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