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Rays of light burst from her, and blue armor appeared on her body, neutralizing Philip's attacks without any fluctuations. Philip sighed. As expected of the royal family. She had such a great treasure. Sylvia was very angry. She had never suffered such ill-treatment since she was a child. She was always the bully, never the one being bullied. “3,000 Drops of Water!” Following Sylvia's voice, the space fluctuated, and a strange force enveloped Philip. Water balloons and meteorites fell like it was the end of the world. Sylvia disappeared from the spot and Philip shouted, “Chimera God Fist.”

However, Syla's visions hinted at a new threat looming on the horizon. In her vision she sees a baby demon, lying in Kayla's den within Xibalba It is two maybe three, a toddler still, *Who's child is this?* as Syla shows Rryan her vision. Rryan turns to Camazotz with the vision. He has the demon child brought to him, and asks everyone there "Who knows of this child?" only one comes forward, she looks like an old wrinkled hag with horns. "His name is Marcus, but she called him Shade."

The only thing she could rely on was her sense of sound, smell, and touch, which were not as developed as werewolves'. The thought kept resonating repeatedly, that she would remain this way for however long she lived—at least until Alpha Torian found out that she was alive and tracked her down. They kept moving, weaving through the trees as fast as they could, before they arrived at their campsite, where they huddled together. This was their group, their small pack of the minority by the hands of the Crimson Blood. What would become of them if they were being attacked every day? Nathan set Maya back on the ground, which, afterwards, she took a few steps away—even though she didn't know where

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

And there, on a leather couch in the corner, sat Sylvan. He looked relaxed, one arm stretched along the back of the couch, the other holding a crystal glass of amber liquid. Pressed against his side was a beautiful she-wolf with flowing blonde hair and a dress that seemed painted on her curvaceous figure. I didn't recognize her, but her body language made her intentions toward my mate crystal clear. My heart stuttered painfully, but I kept my face expressionless. "How nice of you to join the living, Sylvan. I was beginning to think you'd died."

“I fucking swear my life on it, bonetta.” Miya smiles and it kind of creeps me the fuck out. Because the only smile I've ever seen, Sylvan muster, is a smile full of mischief. “I'll hold you to it,” Miya closes Sylvans eyes, and when he opens them again, they are green, no longer black or a glossy white with streaks of black. Using the heels of his hands, he rubs his eyes. “She is banned from soul shifting into my body ever again.” Sylvan states bluntly. “That was a truly fucked up experience.” He gulps, peering down at Miyas' resting body.

“You will not retreat, slaves. I, Sylvia Bryson, a Royal vampire, is ordering you!” His timely command indeed helped her to calm that startled crowd, I was flabbergasted to see the power of her voice. Blitzer mimicked vomiting and scoffed. “That’s how she tried to destroy our pack, Zayden. She shouldn’t walk alive out of this war.” My feral side’s determination charged my courage; however, another problem arose, demanding my immediate attention. Sylvia butt naked body garnered unwanted attention from the lycans, it was like they hadn’t seen a woman with plastic before.

Cassius gave him no ground. His eyes narrowed. "She is the daughter of Syanna." Sylvan’s sneer faltered. "Syanna... had no daughter." He shot me a venomous look, but then his eyes truly focused on my face for the first time. The glacial fury in them cracked, a flicker of stunned, impossible recognition breaking through before he shuttered it away. "She is human." The words were a desperate denial. "No," Cassius said, his voice dropping to a lethally soft tone that was more terrifying than any roar. "She is not. She is half elf."

His brown eyes looked like fresh honey and his red hair resembled curls that were lit with flames. "Sleep is a rarity these days," Sydney answered before turning to Thorne, Penelope, and me, "this is my brother Sylvain," she then pointed to each of us respectively and said our names, "Thorne, he's a hellhound. This is Penelope, the witch. And Lilith, vampire Queen." Sylvain's ginger eyebrows scrunched and those whirlpool honey eyes of his landed on Julian, "I thought you said your mate's a werewolf. Did you reject her?"

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?