Harry was revolted by what he had just heard. The massacre had not occurred because of a quarrel or prejudice. It was simply because of a piece of gossip. Those vile leeches had stuffed themselves as if they had entered a buffet and tortured their victims. He had had enough. He had been chasing them for too long. And, it had taken him too long to find the trail that would lead them to them. "Stay at your stations," he ordered, using his Alpha command. The two warriors with him immediately complied with the order, even though they hated the possibility of being unable to move if their Alpha was attacked. Alpha's command was a total order. No wolf who had sworn loyalty to his pack leader could oppose it. Harry rose to his full height and walked calmly toward the three vampires. When the three culprits saw him approaching, their eyes turned black. Long, sharp claws quickly took shape as fangs descended from their lips. Harry and Ti

(France _ Haute Provence) Emmanuelle was reading peacefully on her outdoor terrace. She wore a simple dress with provincial patterns that fell to her calves. She had chosen to put her platinum blonde hair up in a high bun with the help of a scarf, wearing the same pattern and color as her dress. Despite her years in the South of France, she had kept her alabaster skin. She often had to pretend anemia or lack of melanin for people to leave her alone after a day in the sun. Also, her gaze rested for a moment on the ring she wore on her thumb, which allowed her to live normally in daylight. The night was already advanced, and she had to force herself to turn on the electric lights to give the illusion of being human. Indeed, she did not need any artificial lighting to see at night. Only a dim light would have allowed her to continue reading comfortably, but years of living among men had taught her to behave like one. She cl

(Harry.) Crac. Harry held the man's corpse firmly between his arms to lay his lifeless body on the ground. _ That's the third one today, Harry," Till grumbled. "I understand a little better why I'm here. It hasn't even been forty-eight hours since we set foot in France, and they seem to pop up magically from nowhere," the young Alpha remarked coldly. They had to get to work immediately, right after reaching their destination. The partner Harry needed to contact for the human's protection was much harder to find than expected. The young wolf was also surprised that his partner had not even tried to reach him as soon as he had informed the Council of his arrival. _Maybe he's already dead," the animal part of the Alpha suggested darkly. "I hope not and that he'll hurry up and show himself. I want to finish this mission quickly. Even though we can move through the elven portals, I don

"Where is Bianca!" called, in a booming voice, an old man sitting on the terrace of a Café, striking his cane on the cobblestones of the street. "I'm coming! Leave me two seconds to deliver this to the Micheline, and I will come to you!" Bianca shouted at the other end of the street. The villagers were setting up their stalls while the town hall employees were checking the bulbs of the long luminous garlands, taken out, especially for the occasion. Bianca was solicited from everywhere and was running around to give her opinion or help those who needed it. "I finish with Father Francis, and I come to help you!" said the brunette when she passed by her best friend. "Take your time. I'm still thinking about whether I cut the lavender stems to make bouquets or just leave them spread out on my table," Emmanuelle replied as she stared at the stall with a critical eye. "Okay. I'll be here in ten minutes maximum. I know Francis, and he'll want to talk to

A small group of five young women was leaning on crates stacked by local farmers. The night was already well underway, and Bianca had finally been able to take a break. As soon as they saw Bianca walking away from Emmanuelle, the four young women hurried to pick her up and drag her away from the crowd. "And it is there that this bastard came to see me and tell me that he had dumped you, Bianca," declared a sublime brunette, having passed the arm under that of Emmanuelle's best friend. Bianca giggled before bursting frankly with laughter. "Ah, La Manon! What would I do without you?" she declared happily. "It made me mad when I knew that he continued to lie to me by looking me right in the eyes, Bianca!" answered, in anger, Manon. "Yes. This moron believed that we did not speak to each other. What a jerk!" said Bianca, shaking her head. The young women fell silent as soon as they saw a young boy stop in front of them,