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.

thing even human?

was on all fours, barreling

nothing slowed him down. His eyes seemed to bleed red with a singular

and he could leave the base, see

you cook up

raspy, "He used to listen, but whatever he's inhaled has

deepest obsessions. Unless he passes out, that drive

brutality to know the creature could tear a man's head

owed their lives to the young woman's resistance - if not for her, Subject 8 would have

them to shreds already.

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

shoulder.

move, all her strength dissipating. She had been holding on

her mate.

she saw him rushing over to lift her

"Does it hurt?"

seemed genuinely concerned, oblivious to Subject 9 closing in with a rock raised

out

with a gun, Maja by his

had thought his shot would drop the man instantly, but it didn't. Subject 8 lunged toward Beck instead, moving with

to target. Beck took a punch that

on Maja next, pouncing in her direction. Maja

a fierce struggle.

professionally trained assassin, found herself strained against the young

Beck? He slowly got to his feet,

what kind of monster was