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I know I would be taking advantage of her in this state, but on the other side, I would be saving her life. “Master, that's the only way. You are saving her life, and I know she will understand.” Debby tried to sound reassuring. “But Iifyou don't do it, she… she will die” Dobby's final words echoed throughout my body, finally causing my blood to stir.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

If not for werewolves’ enhanced hearing, I may not have heard him. “’Oh shit’ is right” Bree tells him as Detective Doug then kneels down across the body from where Scott it. “Is that…?” he asks as he looks back up at Scott and then at me. And then back and Scott. And then back at me as though he’s playing an invisible type of ping pong that will somehow result in us telling him that the human’s wounds cannot possibly be from a vampire.

"Anywho. The pain in the ass with curly red hair and freckles is Jordan Isla. He's a dobhar-chú." Jo raised a curious brow as she looked at Jordan. "What's a dob-chew?" Lian let out an airy snort as she leaned back in her chair. "Dobhar-chú. Imagine a wolf-otter hybrid .... cute little fucker with claws." "We call him otter boy," Trenton said with a serious tone, though I got the impression he was trying to joke around. The other woman who was with them crossed her arms over her chest as she appeared to be deep in thought. "What Selene and Fenrir did really does make perfect sense."

He pushed me back, away from the door that closed behind his back. Nabastala Putra, the real name of a gigolo who claims to be Aryo. More interesting, actually. However, this man who was taller than me by a few inch seemed to investigate our surroundings with an annoyed look. "Just a moment..., just a moment." My forefinger and thumb formed a small pinch in the air. Perhaps pinching the tanned circles on his chest was much more fun than starting a conversation like this. "Guest, Bro?" Another voice asked from the open door behind Aryo. Ah, I'm used to calling him that.

Harry said with so much fireceness in his voice. Meanwhile Debby has been totally grounded in Harry's mansion. Her legs and hand has been tied with strong chain. They made her look like a pitiful pitbull. Debby began to sob as she knew perfectly that this was a total set up. She didn't know what to make of the situation. She had watched the footage and indeed, the person who had done the act to Lord Douglas, looked exactly like her, but she was never the type to do such an outrageous thing.

Someone clapped. It was Wynnstan Dalibor, the grandson of Youri Dalibor—the Great Elder of the Doom Race, and the distinguished prodigy of his race. He walked toward James and glanced at him, praising, “Not bad, you have even mastered the Greater Paths. You’re Forty-nine, aren’t you? Are you interested in joining the Dooms? With the protection and resources of the Dooms, you will surely emerge as a force to be reckoned with in the Greater Realms.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

We wouldn't have known about that fact if it was not for Helenora. Helenora was one of the most powerful enchantresses living in this world. She was the one who told us about Dabby's nightmares. I remember that day clearly. Dabby didn't stop crying for three days. She had been crying nonstop for seventy two hours. She hadn't fed for three days. She hadn't taken a dip of water. She was just screaming and crying nonstop. She didn't even get a blink of sleep. That when Pa called Helenora so she could tell us what happened to Dabby. That's when Helenora told us about her nightmares. And how they were getting louder in her head. As she was a baby, she had nowhere to escape. She could see that wom