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The heavy prison doors at Woodcrest creaked open, groaning on their rusty hinges, and a wave of relief washed over the gaunt faces of the captive women. They all rushed forward, their starved bodies trembling, toward the sight of their Alpha. They were all terribly undernourished, their skin pale and drawn, and some bore fresh, angry welts and livid bruises across their bodies, clear evidence of abuse in the dark confines of their imprisonment.Among them, Andrea emerged, limping slightly, her movements stiff. The initial stress etched onto her features immediately gave way to an expression of overwhelming joy as her eyes landed on her father.“Daddy!” she shrieked, a high-pitched cry that seemed a little too eager, as she dramatically threw herself into Alpha Zenic’s arms. “Where were you for so long? It was an absolute hell down there in the dark, truly. There were vermin crawling over us at night, and the guards constantly threatened us, saying they were just waiting for the order

When Jonas looked around the Alpha’s study and saw the grim, unyielding faces of the Lycan and werewolf leaders, a wave of panic washed over him.He had experienced the overwhelming aura of the Crown Prince before, but this time, the atmosphere hanging in the room was many times more menacing, thick with unspoken threats. He knew his life was in grave danger, he was summoned to the packhouse to discuss an issue that must be of great importance.“Jonas, here we are again,” Ivor taunted him, a grim, humorless grin stretching his lips. “All summonses are the same as the first time Raul and I met you. The truth above all, this time you have a lot to lose, but even more to gain.”Jonas swallowed hard, his throat dry.He knew Ivor’s reputation well within the werewolf community. The Secretary was fiercely loyal to the Royal family, brooking no setbacks or defiance when he carried out his operations. Their brief, tense stay in Silver Bow had more than proven that.“I have no intention of mis

“Miss, go down this lane, and you’ll see the bookstore immediately on your right. You can’t miss it. Zela should be in the shop now, usually, there are two helpers with her.”The cart rumbled to a halt, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the friendly driver pointed Lilias in the right direction. She hopped off with a grateful smile, thanking the two men profusely.“Do you live nearby?” she offered, hoping to establish a connection, a small anchor in this remote place. “Perhaps you could visit sometime? I’m sure Zela would love to meet my helpers in need.” The men simply waved her off with cheerful grins as their cart continued its slow journey, rumbling deeper into the quiet village.With her bag tucked securely under her arm, Lilias began walking down the secluded lane, which was decorated on both sides by vibrant flower beds. Each bed was a tapestry of color, with fuchsia bougainvillea spilling over low stone walls and brilliant orange lilies standing tall, their petals catching the su

For the remainder of their journey, lighthearted banter about trivial matters gradually settled over the three travelers, accompanied only by the rhythmic creak of the cart’s wooden wheels against the steadily improving road and the gentle snorts of the horse.The topic of Erico and Zela was now scrupulously avoided.An unspoken, almost palpable agreement hung in the air between Lilias and the two young men. They had clearly sensed the woman’s deep sensitivity to the matter, her protective instincts bristling when her friend's unconventional demeanor was questioned.These two sons of the village were not accustomed to masking their true opinions with fabricated stories or polite half-truths. Such deception went against their straightforward, honest natures, ingrained as they were in the simple, transparent ways of village life where everyone knew everyone else's business, for better or worse.After endless dusty roads and winding paths, the cart finally rolled onto solid cobblestones,

With their purchases tucked carefully under their arms, the three friends made their way back to the sturdy donkey cart.Rudi seemed somewhat lost in thought, his gaze distant, while Stan, the perpetually quiet one, unhitched the cart and then swung himself onto the driver's seat. He impatiently looked at Lilias and Rudi, who remained standing at the side, making no move to board.“Wasn’t that a peculiar character in the shop?” Rudi finally broke the silence, a slight shiver running through him as he recalled the encounter. “His aura felt so… off, didn’t it? And did you see the color of his eyes change? He looked like something out of a horror film.”He cast a quick, wary glance back at the storefront of 'Obsidian Mystique', its dark entrance seeming to loom even larger in the gathering dusk. “Is that your first time meeting him, then?” Lilias asked, genuine astonishment coloring her tone. She had assumed, given Rudi’s familiarity with the shop, that he knew the assistant well. “I