Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Beck had people scour the area but cup empty-handed - no sign of Dylan and the others. It was at that moment someone

dropped a crucial lead.

"Subject 8 is alive and after them. He's gone ballistic, taken out a bunch of folks."

Beck had no clue what this “Subject 8” was, but judging by the palpable fear in the air, it spelled trouble.

Grabbing his gun, he took off in the direction he was pointed to.

The forest here was dense, largely unaffected by the quake, but the helicopters above still struggled for a clear view. The sky was

buzzing with helicopters while teams on the ground combed through the underbrush.

Meanwhile, Walter and Dylan were having a rough time. Subject 8 was relentless in his pursuit. And lan's whereabouts? They were

as much in the dark as anyone.

Walter, supporting Dylan, pushed on. The girl who had cwith Dylan was a mess, wounds all over, courtesy of Subject 8.

Subject 8 was the alpha of the base, and even though the girl was a close second in rank, the gulf between them was vast.

Dylan was on the verge of passing out. They had all suffered concussions during the quake when they got tossed around like

ragdolls in the base. And if it weren't for the fact that Subject 8 was on a wild chase, they would've given anything to rest.

Back at the base, Dylan had been pumped full of drugs, plus the disaster; he was now running on empty.

Walter wasn't faring much better, blood seeping from a gash in his abdomen.

that thing even human? How does he not

8 was on all fours, barreling through the terrain like a primal

bleeding, but nothing slowed him down. His eyes seemed to bleed red with a singular obsession:

and he could leave

the equally dazed Sarah, "Doctor, didn't you cook up this nightmare? Can't you call it

her head, her voice raspy, "He used to listen, but

obsessions. Unless he passes out, that drive won't

had witnessed enough of Subject 8's brutality to know the creature could tear a man's head clean off

running. They owed their lives to the young woman's resistance

them to shreds already.

boot connected with the girl's stomach, sending her rolling

shoulder.

move, all her strength dissipating. She had been holding on by sheer willpower, driven only by

her mate.

Dylan, she saw him rushing over to lift her by the

"Does it hurt?"

to Subject 9 closing in with a rock raised

rang out just as the warning

to the distance, where he saw Beck with a gun, Maja

instantly, but it didn't. Subject 8 lunged toward Beck instead,

fluidity that made him near impossible to target. Beck took a punch that nearly shattered his

next, pouncing in her direction. Maja was yanked behind by Nana,

a fierce struggle.

assassin, found herself strained

got to his

it, what kind of