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Killian's POV.Dominic’s brows twitched with amusement. “You’re not wrong. The Immortal is capable of anything.” He shifted slightly, the lazy grin never leaving his face. “But if he did kill Sherlock, then there’s something deeper going on. Something we’re not seeing yet.”He paused for a moment, then added, “We should do some investigating. I have top doctors and forensic mages who can examine the body. Perhaps they’ll uncover something we’re missing. Can your guard transport the remains to us?”I shook my head sharply. “There’s no need for that. I have my own experts, sharp ones. We don’t need to move a dead body from one pack to another like a traveling corpse. It’s not a trophy.”Dominic chuckled, his tone dipping into mockery. “Fiery as ever, Lord Wolfe.”I didn’t reply. I just kept my eyes locked on him, watching his smile flicker. He always found pleasure in trying to poke at me. I wasn’t in the mood.“We both know,” I said, “there’s only one place Lucian Drake will show his

Killian's POV.“Let go of me! I said let go!” I heard Lovena yell.I turned toward the entrance of the stable just in time to see Ronan stride in with two guards flanking him and gripping Lovena by each arm. She thrashed in their hold like a deranged cat. Her platinum blonde hair was tousled, and her dress, too revealing, as always was now wrinkled from the struggle.“Release her,” I ordered flatly.The guards instantly let her go, and she stumbled forward. Without wasting a second, she threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my waist, her lips pouted like a sulking child.“They manhandled me, Killian,” she whined. “They’re maltreating me.”Her voice had barely finished echoing before my hand gripped her arm and I yanked her forward, dragging her right in front of Selene.She gasped out of shock.I looked down at her, my voice sharp and colder than I’d ever let her hear before. “Who gave you the right to punish her like that? And for what reason?”Lovena blinked, stunned by my

Selene's POV.We made our way quietly to the mysterious lake. The air was cool, the moonlight glazing the water in silvery ripples. When we finally got there, Carmen grabbed my arm gently. “Don’t step into the lake.” She said.I blinked. “You’ve said that before,” I murmured, peering at the dark, glassy water. “Why though? What happens if I do?”Carmen sighed, her voice barely above a whisper. “The mysterious lake… it’s not just water. It mirrors your soul. If it finds anything dark like if you have any wicked intentions, hate, or thoughts of hurting someone… it’ll pull you under. You’ll drown and you’ll be trapped…forever.”My eyes widened. “Seriously?”She nodded. “And that’s not even the worst of it. The Mysterious lake is a threshold between worlds. If you step in and you’re not strong enough, it can drag you into another realm. And no one knows what happens to those who disappear that way.”“Wow…” I whispered, stunned. “I didn’t know the mysterious lake had so much power.”“That

Killian's POV.I woke up before the sun rose, as always. I stretched my arms and rolled off the bed, dropping to the ground for a round of push-ups. The repetitive motion kept my head clear and focused. When I was done, I grabbed the jug of water by the stand and took a few deep gulps.A soft knock landed on my door.“Come in,” I said, standing tall.A maid stepped in quietly, she had her eyes low. “Good morning, Lord Wolfe. I’m here to prepare your bath.”I gave a silent nod, and she moved toward the grand bath chamber attached to my quarters. I heard the splash of water, the scent of mint herbs rising. By the time she stepped out, I was already halfway out of my robe. I walked in, washed, dressed, and emerged ready. I had things to do, people to handle and blood to spill.I stepped out of my chambers and Ronan joined me immediately.“Greetings Lord Wolfe.” He bowed.“Greetings, are the guards there?” I asked, not looking at him.“Yes my lord.” He answers.“And the sword?”“Brand

Lucian's POV.After Lucas had gone, I left Evelyn behind with that warm smile still on her face, her hands gently holding the edge of the teacup.She was still sipping the tea like nothing had just gone wrong, like Lucas hadn’t just seen her.She had no idea about the chaos going on around her.I forced the door shut quietly behind me and walked deeper into the mansion.My steps echoed down the long marble hallway, each one heavier than the last.I turned at the far end then pushed open a discreet wooden door, and descended the spiral stone stairs into the underground.The air shifted, it was cold down here, colder than above. It was damp and musty. The kind of chill that clung to your bones and whispered truths no one wanted to hear.The further I went, the darker it became, and the only sounds were the creaks of the old steps and the distant groans of the imprisoned could be heard.By the time I reached the bottom, torches dimly lit the stone corridor. Metal bars lined the right sid