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Chapter 17

Catalina's POV:

The fear in everyone's eyes was a true delight for me. Roscoe stood beside me with his hand on my waist, the rest of my troop joined me.

"What was that?" Roscoe asked looking alarmed

"That I believe was her crown." Blake snickered

"What did you do bitch?" One of the guards yelled

"I didn't do anything... How am I responsible for your king being as weak as a baby?" I answered suppressing my laugh

Armaros still lay in the corner with the steel armor on top of him, barely holding onto his consciousness as his eyes rolled back. I scoffed, weakling! If this is the king of all werewolves then their end is nearing rather soon. Jovinne discreetly pushed a little magic in him, aiding him in regaining his consciousness.

"Witchcraft!" Armaros accused the moment he woke up

He stood there with his eyes wide open and his finger pointed towards as he looked towards me with an incredulous expression about his face, ultimately making me wonder why any of our magic was
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