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Alec snarls. Soren who is sitting opposite of me sighs running a hand through his emerald hair. "Forgive her, she is still young. I may not have fought along side your horde during The Fires, but many of my horde members have. I see no reason to doubt you," Soren says. "That is quite alright, I understand how strange it must be having strangers know of your future. Though it was quite long ago we still have a debt to pay for Lochness's help during The Fires. We will assist in any way possible," Nathalia replies.

"And it led me to you." Her pulse kicked. "You're a hunter?" "Something like that." The wind shifted, carrying a metallic scent. Blood. Kael's expression changed. "We're not alone." Before Seraphina could speak, shadows broke through the mist-five shapes, crawling low, their eyes glowing white. Wraiths. Demon wraiths. The kind that tore souls from the living. She swung her blade as one lunged at her. Blue fire burst from the runes, cutting it clean in half. Another came from behind, but Kael moved faster-his hand flared red, and a wave of heat exploded from his palm, burning the creature to ash.

I wondered how they treated the master himself! "Good morning,"I greeted back. "Master Vasiliev has sent us to ready you for the departure " Listening well as she spoke, I noted her Polish accent. It was light but still noticeable. "I'm Brienne, this is Anna." Brienne was short with blonde hair and dim blue eyes while Anna was about the same height and had hazel eyes. Anna had tied a blue scarf over her hair but a dark brown lock peeked out whereas Brienne tied her blonde locks in a simple Dutch plait - almost similar to the classic French plait.