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Alexander exclaimed in giddiness as he raised the dog and brought it closer to Ash face, who just moved away and rolled his eyes. "Great. And you just told me I am the most beautiful in the world just a while ago." Alexander shot him a bored look as he wrapped a protective arm around the dog. His instinct was telling him that somehow the dog was in danger in Ash presence. "Well, you're a person, while Jammy is a Dog. A pet. My pet. Isn't that right, Jammy?" Alexander declared while the dog just mewled and "bark" in agreement. Ash watched them in horror as his fear earlier was recently confirmed.

“We’ll have to come into an appropriate negotiation. No matter how traditional they are, the capo of Outfit is still a proprietor at heart. He’ll know what’s best and I intend to give him deals he can’t and won’t refuse.” Dom sighed in defeat. “You say you know what you’re doing, but I’m not so sure.” I jogged out of the mansion, grinning. The sound of the birds chirping and the sight of the empty roads brought me the peace I desired most. After dealing with blood and proving what people claimed me to be—a fucking monster—sleep was the only thing that made me feel less like it. Now, even sleep had become something distant. Every time I closed my eyes, blood was all I fucking saw.

More volatile than the Vampiric Devil Manual and to comfortable with his mindset. Ren did not fight enough. Had not fought enough to cause bloodshed and it was starting to show. The Divine Frost Tiger was slighted by the Sect Master treatment. Because Ren was slighted. '3 Primary Manual's, might have been to much currently. But helps bypass the rules. So... I have that.' Ren could still feel the Vampiric Devil Manual's presence. It continued to circulate as needed with the Second. Perfect match. "Haaa, it is about to get busy soon."

Daniel grabs the butcher by the hair, pushing his face into the wooden table. "I suggest you start addressing your king with some respect." Daniels's voice is gruff, coming out almost animalistic. Looking closely at him, I see a glow to his eyes that I have never seen before. Rage is coming off him in waves. I study his demeanor for a moment before it hits me, the glow in his eyes is just like that of a raging dragon. Dragons when upset their eyes take on a deep glow.

“Hey—hey, look at me, cousin. Breathe. Focus on my voice. What did you see? Tell me everything.” I force air into my lungs, my voice trembling, every word hard-won. “The pack… it was empty. Everyone was gone. The streets...dead. Everyone was asleep. Zeke was…” I swallow hard, the image of his black eyes searing my mind. “His seal was broken. And there was a man...no, not a man. A demon. He had grey skin, smoke everywhere around him...he was terrifying. He told me I’d been sleeping too long.”

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

I continued reading my book ‘The Name of All Things by Jenn Lyons’, just as I opened my book I heard growling. My entire body froze turning cold; I took a big breath and looked into the direction of the growling. I met the eyes of a wolf, glowing green eyes. “So… I assume you’re the one who attacked that girl.” I said as I slowly made my way to my feet and moved back toward the door. Then the wolf leaped and I stumbled tripping; I fell back hitting my head and everything went dark.

I wandered to the library—books were safer than people. Or so I thought. The moment I stepped inside, I saw him again. Damien. Sitting by the window with a book he probably wasn’t reading, his long legs stretched out, blazer slung casually over the chair. A predator at rest. His eyes flicked up. Found me. Stayed. I froze. Then, with deliberate arrogance, he crooked a finger. “You. Come here.” My jaw tightened. “I’m not a dog.” For a second, silence. Then the corners of his lips curled into that wicked smirk again. “Good. Dogs obey. I prefer things that bite.”

I would have to wait to dig deeper into those documents when Cam wasn't lurking behind me, possibly catching every flicker of emotion across my face. Turning to face him, I managed a controlled tone. "So... show me where to start." "Well, since you're so damn clueless about this world, I'd start with the basics," he replied as he tossed a book at me. I looked down at the book and almost laughed. It was titled "Werewolf 101." "So, Werewolves for Dummies... got it," I said with a chuckle.

I slammed the door shut and put on the clothes which fitted me perfectly with my figure showing off my manly abs. I waked toward a wooden chair and sat on it with my legs crossed against each other. I grabbed the cup of tea on the table and drank the content in a gulp. The tea really help, quenching the thirst for water in my throat. I rested my head on the sofa. I reach for a new werewolf book. I grabbed it and dusted the sand on it. I smiled at the nice keyword of the book. The author is my favorite. His book is always fascinating and intriguing. I flipped open the first page, read it with my eyes moving at the words. I really love the plot of the book, the setting and interesting characte