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The crowd watched as Dakota elegantly sat on his Nine-tailed fox back who successfully defeated the Cursed Gorilla. Dakota smirked. "Frederick hasn't surrendered yet, so why don't my Daisy attack him?" The crowd heard her loud and clear. They were frozen since a while ago when Dakota started attacking. Blue spirit energy was on her hands and that only means she is a Blue Rank Cultivator. Base on how deep the blue is, they knew that she's at the Blue Rank Intermediate level! They were shocked and nervous. Just a while ago, they were giving a lot of hate comments on Dakota and the Eudoxcus Clan.

But then, a year ago he decided to move to Orilon after his beloved friend Dakota's death and everything changed. Dakota Blake, his childhood friend had been a citizen of the town of Orilon for over five years. She lived with her daughters. While her elder one, Melissa married off with a rich person and got a child, the younger one stayed behind to complete her education even after Dakota passed away.

“Are you sure? It sounds like a date.” “Yes, I’m sure. Listen, Ellie, I am certain you had good intentions, but... do you know what Dak does for a living?” “I’m not sure what you mean about my intentions,” Ellie said, her face the picture of innocence, as if she hadn’t intended to force them into the coffeehouse situation, “but yes, I know all about Dak’s work. He’s an architect. Right now, he’s working on an apartment complex in Chicago, but he’s looking to do something more philanthropic, so he and his mother are considering some historic properties they could potentially use to better communities that don’t have all the resources they need for under-serviced individuals, such as the elder

Dakota impatiently tapped his fingers against the wood grain desk. He contemplated on what he was going to say during the meeting, unsure if he was right or wrong. You’re right, his inner wolf reassured him which made him smile. The frowning emotions swam back in as he thought about Nadia, hoping she was recovering well. She hadn’t awaken yet but he was to be the first notified when she did. With a growing impatient expression, Dakota stood up and walked over to the bar. He ripped a bottle of bourbon from the rack and poured a small amount of liquid into a whiskey glass.

'Report.' I snapped at Darius, the concern in my voice evident. 'Alpha, Kelvin contacted me earlier to say Dakota was seen racing away from the offices where she works just before lunchtime. She was clearly distressed, so he followed her back to her apartment, where she locked herself in.' 'Do you know why she left in such a state?' I interrupted him, and Darius took a deep breath. 'We're not sure, but it definitely has something to do with the return of her Boss, Mr Denver. He arrived just after ten this morning, and it was the first time she had actually met him. He has been out of the country pitching for a multi-billion-dollar contract in China.'

“Should you choose to accept it, of course. If you are not interested in what’s inside the chest, you are free to go back to the training grounds.” “Go back?” I scoffed. “I need to know what’s in there now. So, do I have to work out what’s in there?” “Sort of,” Dakota said, tilting her head from side to side. Then she held up one finger, and with her other hand she rummaged around in her jeans pocket. She tugged out a crumpled bit of paper triumphantly, and passed it over to me. “Can I open it?” I asked quizzically.

I lean against the headrest and close my eyes. "It did." Dakota blows out a breath, her grip loosening. "I'm sorry. I wish I had protected you," she mumbles, and I snort, half-amused. "Of course, you couldn't protect me. You were not existing at that time," I tell her. "What's your favourite colour?" She mutters sleepily, and I open my eyes to take a peek at her. "Lilac,"' I respond, reaching out to stroke her curly hair. She doesn't have to know that my first mate had made me favour the colour.

‎My name is Emily Moss Dakota. I am a scientist who loves her job so damn much. People sometimes claim I do crazy stuff but I say I love to make the impossible possible. ‎I've been in this field for over thirty years and I've aided in a lot of disease solving cases in the world. ‎Well, presently I'm working on a project that could either end my career or make me the most important scientist the world has ever seen. ‎Project Dakota is my baby. The project I put my life on the line for and let's face it it is my life.

For her to use a lot of high technology at her hotel. Dakota brought her motorcycle today instead of her car. The car that they used earlier to meet up with Ruby belonged to Knives. Dakota drove out of the parking lot with her motorcycle as she circled around until she passed by the front of her hotel. She was about to leave when someone caught her eye which made her immediately turn her motorcycle and put it on stop. She pushed the visor of her helmet up as she blinked multiple times in case she was hallucinating—but she was not.

Her hair hung down her back in thick raven curls and her makeup matched it; dark and somber. “Shut the fuck up, Kiara,” Ayden says and gave Dakota one last kiss before he stomps off to survey his hunting grounds. “What crawled up his ass?” Kiara asks sarcastically and I roll my eyes. As much as I love Kiara, we all knew she was a rotten apple. Dakota gave her a smile that did not reach her lips, then she walked over to me. “Hey, Ana. Excited for your first day?” Dakota asks me and I nod absent mindedly. I was so sick of hearing that question today, but I would not shoot my best friend down. Dakota was 16 years old and a sophomore, so she knew the school already. I would trust her more with d