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I slammed the engine to life, the tires spinning in the dirt as I floored it. "Darius, my father!" Iris looked back. Arthur was standing in the middle of the clearing, clutching his ledger to his chest as the red mist swallowed him whole. He didn't scream. He just vanished into the crimson dark, the leather-bound book the last thing I saw before the fog claimed him. I didn't look back. I drove like a man possessed, the van bouncing over the uneven terrain as we raced away from the gorge. "We're just humans in a van, Iris," I said, a dark, hysterical laugh bubbling up as I checked the rearview mirror. "No pack, no palace, and a world that’s currently turning into a horror show."

He looked at me seriously. "But the problem is, Scarlett wrote this draft herself, and it is a mess," Adrian chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I need you to rewrite this speech for her, Natalia." I stared at him. The silence in the office was deafening. I looked into his l eyes. For three years, I had believed this man was a strong, protective Alpha. I believed he was a visionary, I believed he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, and I was honored to help him carry it.

Not only that, but he also lost control and slaughtered dozens of South soldiers, making her really angry. The whole body of the so-called "secret weapon" was then dyed red with blood. His eyes were red; there was no trace of humanity that once stared at her while still holding the head of an unlucky person in his hand. Before he fell, Irene realized that for a few seconds those eyes had softened and seemed to have something to say as she looked in her direction. After that battle, Arthur was once again hidden, thus disappearing from this world, or imprisoned and brutally trained by the insane Duke of Marcus Karlson.

West is covered in blood that is mostly not his, and Violet is unscathed. "You think you're all that. I'll show you what real power is all about," Arthur states, snapping his fingers. His puppets rush at me with weapons, and I snort in amusement. With one sweep of my magic through the entire arena, the puppets vanish into thin air. "H--how is that possible?" He stutters. With a cry of rage, he casts a spell which fills the hall with thick fog. It's enough for me to figure out that he wants to take me down from behind.

He watched the scene again with a sad smile. "Nicodemus is dead yet we have found no weapon to kill him. Perhaps the Tribrid is indestructible after all." Arthur spoke again. "We just have to keep looking Arthur." Vincent responded. Arthur raised a questioning eyebrow. "Keep looking?. We've been searching through Nicodemus memory right from when he was born!. This is fruitless!!. Later or sooner, Nicodemus will find out we are in his head." Arthur intended to smash the small table beside him but his hands passed through it. He cursed underneath his breath. Ever since they entered Nick's memories they were like invisible bystanders; like watching a movie in a cinema.

Holy artillery : Songs of Jericho ( She says after which she blows into the trumpet and a powerful sound wave is emitted from the trumpet, destroying the creature’s hand in an instant) ARTHUR : Thanks for the save, Rehab REHAB : Stop being so reckless all the time ARTHUR : Sorry bout that, I didn’t anticipate that attack REHAB : Don’t apologize to me, end that creature already ARTHUR : Oh yeah Arthur turns his attention back to the towering shadow monster and gritted his teeth when he noticed that it had reached shore and was heading straight for him

They were halfway when Arthur suddenly stopped the car and she looked at him confused. "Wait inside!" He ordered while getting out. She looked at him confused when he stood in front of the car headlights. Suddenly the men in mask came out of nowhere and started attacking him. "Chief!" She gasped. Arthur knew that someone was trying to trap him. As soon as they came out, he proved them wrong. Within seconds he broke bones and snapped necks. Slicing throats and tearing skins, he was brutal with them. When he was done, he called Garry.

Even if he did fight it, what kind of future could he have with someone like me? Someone invisible. A ghost. Arthur deserved Someone who could stand beside him in front of a kingdom. Someone who wouldn’t be a secret. Someone who could be seen. I thought of how he looked at me, how gently he said Welcome home. Then I thought of what the world would say if they knew. Sure, Finn had taken it well. But Finn was his Beta. His best friend. Loyal down to the bone. The rest of the world? They wouldn’t be so kind.

A tall handsome figure stood in the place of the boy when the light disappeared. The man had white hair and white beards. His iris were red and they were glowing. A staff appeared on his right hand. Rick could tell that he was very powerful. “ Now let's get down to business.” said the man named Arthur as he sat down and faced Rick. Then he continued “ I heard you need my help” he said to Rick. Rick looked at him still unable to say anything. He laughed. “ I know. I know. I don't look like an elder. I get that a lot. Oh where are my manners?. My name is Arthur and I am an elder from the hearthstone coven” said Arthur as he introduced himself to Rick.

"There’s someone above him. Someone pulling strings.” A shadow moved in the alley across the street. Damien saw it too was at my side in an instant, his body angled protectively in front of mine. The figure stepped into the dim glow of a streetlamp. Tall. Lean. A familiar arrogant tilt to his head. Arthur. He lifted something, a chess piece. The king. Then placed it deliberately on the sidewalk. And walked away. Leaving us with the chilling certainty: This wasn’t over. It had only just begun.