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I tried to crane my neck, searching for other familiar faces, but I came up short. The braavasi captives where an exotic sort. Some Brigishans, some Tvaris, Some Belakazis, and I even saw a Revillonian man being taken back to his kingdom as a captive. We were given makeshift mud plates and One by one according to the line, some kind of porridge mash was doled out. As the line trudged on, I noticed that all the captives were silent. Even Kezira behind me, didn't breathe a word. So I also silently limped along the line.

He grabs my wrists, places my hands on his lap, and forces me to look up at him. I try to twist away, shaking my head. “No. Stop. Let me go.” “You know you don't mean that. You don't want me to go.” “Stop sounding so sure! It's annoying, and I do want you to go. To leave. This is now past madness. You're practically holding me captive right now, against my own will.” He beams, a new, dark flicker in his eyes. It's one I've seen before, whenever he's hell-bent to torture me. To drive home the salient point that he's superior. That he'll get whatever he wants from me, no matter what.

"For now, you are. But remember, you're not alone in this. I'll make sure you have everything you need, but you must also understand the consequences of trying to escape." Her gaze held mine, a mix of fear and defiance. "I'm not going to make this easy for you, Angelo." I simply inclined my head, acknowledging her spirit. "Good. I'd expect nothing less." With that, I turned and left her alone, wondering how this captive would fit into the complicated chessboard of my life.

The capture of Kitana Lee at the Vance Docks should have been the end of the "Serpent’s Vendetta." But as she sat in the reinforced holding cell of the Krauser Kartel’s secure facility, her hands bound in high-tensile suppression cuffs, she didn't look like a defeated woman. She looked like a predator who had simply changed the location of the kill.

I frowned, leaning forward and resting my chin on my thumbs. “It didn’t seem like it. From what little I observed, they were performing some kind of manipulation magic. After a bright green flash, the captives were released—but they obeyed the rogue wolves.” She explained, her arms behind her back in a warrior’s rigid stance. “I don’t know their purpose, but they’re very close to our city. We need to act.”

"Captain?" I nodded at her to give us an official briefing. She didn't even look at the file she had infront of her. "As I said before, Alpha, nothing has changed. The captives are still in their wolf forms, kept isolated in separate cells being weakened with wolfsbane as you instructed, We're still waiting for at least one of them to change back so that we can question them. They're still fighting though. You gotta admire the resilience of the Eclipse pack."

Celine nods, seriously, “I left him asleep; he woke and I wasn’t there, he panicked and ran out of the room to this balcony looking over the living room where I was laying on the sofa on my back with my legs in the air. He came out shouting, ‘Where is she?’, he looks down at me and I meow. Fi, Sammy and Nate all burst out laughing, he takes a moment but joins in eventually. That was an interesting day. My first day of freedom after eleven years in a basement chained to a wall.” Frida stops in her tracks and looks at her, Celine realises she hadn’t known. “Oh, Frida. I’m sorry. I thought you knew, it’s fairly common knowledge now.” Frida comes up to her, and takes her hand. “You were a captiv

Something must be wrong somewhere. Even with my observation, I couldn't help myself and the people out. I was beginning to feel it inside of me—danger.It wasn't too far from us. The captives came to a place and they halted. “What's going on?” Raven spoke out for the first time since the journey began. “Look, we've found something” one of the captives turned to me, fear gripping his face.

Footsteps echoed along the ridge. Kain and the commander—now allies—stood above us, their lights shining through the dark mesh of the net. Kain’s face was satisfied; the commander’s, cold. The commander lifted his weapon and aimed it directly at us. He didn’t intend to shoot. A locator beacon was in his hand. “Cargo secured,” he said into the communicator. “Both subjects captured. One is… critical.” Sadira lay in my arms, her eyes slowly closing. The blood no longer flowed. That was a bad sign. My heart clenched with fear. To see her strength, stubbornness, conviction drain away so suddenly—leaving only a fragile, pale body in my arms.

"I'll buy you a property near the Melodia Theater. You can go to work normally, even tour. Just remember to come home." He gently stroked my hand. His once bright eyes were now filled with bloodshot veins. I even felt he had aged recently. "Knock, knock." Matteo rapped on the door and entered. He said viciously, "Boss, we caught that bitch." Fiorenzo brought several men with him, and I walked with them into the basement of the manor. The dark, damp environment and nauseating smell made it clear this was where the Ricci family imprisoned and punished traitors.