Chapter 38 The sound of the morning bell rang."It's earlier than usual," Michael grunted as he sat up. "What gives?"Death two hundred and thirty-eight. Francis stared at the ceiling, feeling the phantom pain of the alpha's claws that had torn through his chest in the previous loop. He'd miscalculated again, thought he could squeeze in a fourth kill before retreating. The price of greed was always the same.Three. Always three. Don't get greedy. Don't push it."Just another day, brother." Francis sat up and began dressing. The routine (...)