Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid
“I need her back.”
Brandon cracked his knuckles. “If he cheats, I’m jumping in. No rules with a bastard like Velan.”
A rumble shook the ground, and six black stallions burst from the shadows, pulling a sleek wagon.
Velan stepped down, his platinum hair gleaming, a pale vampire second at his side,a wiry figure with dead eyes.
Velan’s white-gloved hand adjusted his gold buttoned coat, his smirk cutting through the night.
“Well, well,” Velan drawled, his voice smooth as venom. “The wounded dog comes to bark. I expected more, Charles.”
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