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I am certain that all the color must have drained from my face as he just ended the video call. I pace frantically before beginning to hastily pack a bag. I would just leave surely I could figure this out. Suddenly I am running to the bathroom to be sick yet again. Laying on the cold tile floor with tears streaming down my blotchy cheeks reality crashes in on me as rational thought returns. There is no leaving a pack without permission and there is no way Drake will let me go. I have to come up with a plan and make sure I have the upper hand before I see Drake again. I am going to have to match power and wit with my alpha. If only I could talk to my old tormentor Drake and not my Alpha Drake

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

And there, ahead, where the valley narrowed into the mouth of the pass itself, was a scene of tense stalemate. On one side of a rushing, glacial river, a makeshift camp flew the banners of several eastern lowland lords—a silver gryphon, a green serpent, a black tower. Perhaps two hundred men-at-arms were arrayed in disciplined ranks, their pikes gleaming dully in the overcast light. At their head, on a sleek chestnut horse, was a man in polished half-plate: Lord Gryffen, his face handsome and cruel under a trimmed beard.

"He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!" …… Jim yanked the bone arrow out of his chest and strode back to the battlefront. Every city camera was live-streaming the chaos, but aside from the wind's constant hum, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the world had hit the pause button. My mom stopped her tears, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as dark clouds swirled with Haunts, their rage shredding every creature in their path. Telephone poles were ripped from the ground, their sparks setting fire to dumpsters.

All he could see was her, and the mystery she carried. He was still lost in his thoughts as he approached the great stone doors of the courtyard. His boots thudded against the floor with each heavy step. The towering torches crackled on either side, casting shadows that danced against the walls like restless spirits. But the moment he pushed the doors open, the warmth drained from him. Lord Draven was waiting. Standing with his back turned, facing the grand throne that loomed above the dais, Draven did not turn to greet him. The air was colder here. Tense. Still.

He wore a thick, black robe. Springtime in the capital wasn't that cold, so the robe was overly thick for the weather. I figured this was a habit Gideon had gotten into after all his years in Morbeck. He probably couldn't change so quickly. His Majesty beckoned to me when he saw me. Only then did I get to see Gideon up close. He was handsome, and his gaze was sharp. Appearance-wise, he was definitely good-looking. The only thing was that his skin was coarse and that he had a scar marring his cheek.

Finally, Maxwell couldn't help but ask, "So, what exactly is it?" I gave Logan a subtle gesture. He hit the remote again, and the black-and-white screen burst into a riot of color. The audience watched in awe as they saw images of Ashenford's buildings, its river, and the bustling streets—all projected in vivid color. But what about the round ball? With a smile, my other team member, William, raised his pointer stick and tapped the center of the city on the screen. Logan clicked the remote, and suddenly, a transparent, glowing orb appeared in the middle of the city.

He held the sleeve for a long moment without speaking. Not processing, she could see that he'd already processed it. He was deciding how to say it, which was different. The specific quality of someone who had arrived at an understanding they weren't certain they wanted to put into words because words made it permanent in a way that understanding alone didn't. "Tell me," she said. He looked at the notation. "The sixth bloodline," he said. "The Covenant bloodline." She held still.

Bryan smirked, giving a blunt answer and she gulped down her saliva in realization. “Don't make a mistake of getting anyone suspicious, I've shown you the pictures of every of Alessia's relatives and told you their names, be careful” Bryan warned, without looking at her though. It was like he was seeing Alessia again and even though he tried pretending to be strong, it was weakening. “Yeah” Jenna rolled her eyes, folding her arms. “The wedding gown?” she suddenly asked on remembering and he sighed. “It will arrive alongside the makeup artists, relax" he said and she mouthed an 'ohh'.

I turned around, grabbed his collar, and dragged him over. When the others saw that, they immediately came forward to stop me. However, this was just a feint. Before he wrapped his head fully around what was going on, I let go. Since he did not have a stable footing, he staggered and fell. At that moment, he was almost unable to hide the hate on his face. “Isn’t this what you want? Enjoy it, then.” I glared at him. Suddenly, Naomi rushed over and shouted, “Claude, you piece of trash! Leave!”