Semua Bab Claimed By The Darkwood Brother : Bab 51 - Bab 60

GEMMAThe plan was simple. Find every trace of the Obsidian Wolves and obliterate them if they were responsible. Scouts and wolves have already been sent out regarding that and a message has been sent to Chloe.Since she was an investigator, it would be easier for her to dig up information. We also sent the sketch of the intruder to her. She was going to run it through their database to see if she could find someone similar.We hoped that we would hear something soon. Nate left me in charge of Chloe. It meant that Chloe and I were talking more often than normal. It felt good though. To finally be actively involved in something this important.The next few days at the palace were very busy. Although all the guests were gone, George was tightening security around the Eastern Wing and making sure that someone couldn't make a repeat of what happened.I was training alone because Nate was watching over his mother. She was still unconscious. Sid had refused to leave or rest and was sticking

GEMMAThere was a silence that descended upon the room. Everyone was lost in their thoughts."This doesn't make any sense. The White Wolf has been reincarnated for many years up until now. Why didn't they show up?" Nate asked. "Why now?""Because the White Wolf has never been reincarnated with a link to the royal family," Sandra replied. She folded her hands in front of her. "It's the first time."Sid looked between Sandra and Nate. "The mate bond is the link." She said, bringing everyone's thoughts to existence. All eyes were on me."What do you want to do?" Nate asked. I could taste the tension in the room. They wanted to know if I wanted to break the bond.If Nate rejected me, I would be free from the threat of the Obsidian Wolves.I shrugged. "What else is there to do?" I asked. "We have to find them and take them down.""Besides, who is to say that breaking the bond will stop them from doing what they want?" I asked. "We just have to give them hell."Nate nodded. "I agree." He sa

ELIASI looked at my mother, a little confused. "Didn't Gemma say she was an orphan? She said that all her family were killed at night during a massacre." I said to her.My mother cocked her brows at me. "I'm surprised you know that." She was implying something. "You seemed to have picked interest in the slave girl long before she was your mate."I cleared my throat. "I was just being nice." I retorted. "It was nothing like that."Mother snorted. "You would be a fool to fall for your prey." She said. "Gemma's family died that night.""So, how would we get her mother?" I asked."It's very simple. I know a witch who dwindles in dark magic."The suggestion sent a sick feeling into my stomach. I didn't like dealing with witches. They were haybringers and I believed they blurred the lines between good and evil seamlessly."How would they help us get Gemma's mother?" I asked.Madam Margaret shook her head. "We use a fake. Someone who we can control. That's where the witch comes in. She's go

ELIASGemma's mother sat in the chair opposite mine in my office, silently staring at nothing. Or should I say Katrina?Where she used to have hollow cheeks and sunken eyes, her face was plump and full of life. She was no longer the captive in that room. The potion seemed to have even made her look beautiful.Although she looked like Gemma's mother, I guessed that she was nothing like her. Months or probably years of captivity made Katrina behave like a shell.There was nothing I could say to comfort her. My mother entered the room, ever the force. She sat down on the chair next to Katrina. She jumped in her seat scared."Now, let's get back to business," Madam Margaret said. "Your name is Ronnie. You forgot your memory and for the past few years, you've been living at an orphanage, recovering from an incident."Your daughter is this lady," My mother placed a picture on the table. "But you don't remember her. You're supposed to come across her when you're in the palace. Make sure she

GEMMAI couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I had seen my mother. She had driven past me, not seeing me. I wondered how she had survived.I remembered the night as clear as yesterday. My mother fell to the ground after being stabbed. I watched her die. I remember being pulled away by my older brother, trying to get us away.My other siblings had tried to fight and had been brutally killed. Wani grabbed my hand and ran outside the house. He took me to my favorite hide-and-seek spot in the trees.I hid in the hole in the trunk that was only big enough to contain one person. He had covered the hole up with leaves and told me to stay quiet.I begged him to say. I held onto his shirt and cried. I begged him not to die but he couldn't stay. The soldiers were chasing after us and if he stayed, they would have caught both of us.Wani kissed my forehead and told me that he would come back for me. He led them away from my hiding spot.He never came back. We could have survived together b