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Dorian’s body tensed as he watched the man cross the floor with purpose, not looking at anyone yet commanding the attention of everyone. He leaned slightly toward his butler, who had quietly followed a few paces behind. “Who is he?” Dorian asked under his breath, not taking his eyes off the man. The butler’s gaze followed, and his face paled. “That’s Laxiel Monteserat,” he whispered. “They call him The Phantom Wolf in the American underworld. He disappeared for years… many thought he was dead.” Dorian frowned, the name sparking something faint—rumors he'd heard in his youth, stories too shadowed and obscure to verify.

Like they were both trying to rewind time by performing something ordinary. Vivienne finally broke the silence. “You think he’ll be charged?” Isolde didn’t answer at first. She looked down at the newspaper on the table. “VELVET FALLS. INSIDE THE ELITE SEXUAL UNDERWORLD.” Below the headline was a photograph of Dorian being escorted into a black car, unsmiling, composed. “They’re still deciding,” Isolde said. Vivienne stirred her tea. “He covered for you.” “Yes.”

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

Charles entered the living room and pulled off his hoodie, revealing his sharp features and equally sharp gaze. Emily didn’t look up from her tablet. “Dune,” she said, her tone even. “Yes, Miss Emily,” the AI responded instantly. “Notify Alex. Tell him to come out of the Wolf Lair.” “Directive received. Alerting Subject Alex now. Estimated arrival: 90 seconds.” Emily finally lifted her gaze, meeting Charles’ eyes with a subtle smile. Emily’s eyes raked over Charles as he stood by the doorway. She tilted her head slightly, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

I want some Ray. I've been planning to get more of him ever since I returned to my chambers, staring at their lovely red walls, the same color as sweet crimson honey. I bathed, acting as if I were to sleep, putting my change of clothes underneath my pillow. My lifesaver sits at the entrance of the door and I am ready to go. Yet Dante won't sleep. I've had enough. I need some Ray.

My hand instinctively flew to the pocket of my hoodie, fingers curling around the cold metal of the flash drive, the only proof I had that my life was being auctioned off to the highest bidder of the werewolf world. Dahlia stepped out from behind a concrete pillar, her eyes gleaming with a sick, predatory fury. She wasn't alone. Dawn stood a few paces behind her, arms crossed and her face was a mask of boredom. Dahlia, however, looked like she was vibrating with the need to kill.

Scott and the others climbed out the dungeon as vandal & Golith chose befalling the human world. “My clubs been overrun by those damn acolytes.” Vandel as he pulled out a flask and drinking its contents. ‘What does she want with your club?” Scott asked. “To send a message to the vamps that hides out in Rochester: follow her over fry. After Dola I’ve reached my tolerance level when if comes to monarchies: So I dug up all the ammo I could get & went to blood stock to save your sorry ass.”

“Oh! Wow! Ichabod is really an angel right? You gonna tell me everything tomorrow.” “Something happened Vi.” “Something happened? Oh my God! Did Michael do something stupid again?” “No no.” Harmony replied nervously. “Okay, so what happened?” She sighed. “Oh God! It was really bad.” She replied. “Okay, now you scaring me. Who was it?” Harmony took a sharp breath. “It was Ichabod.” Vivian burst into laughter, “oh my god! I knew you hired him for a reason! So you actually took a bite off the white man’s banana right?” She giggled.

For the truth, I let it be. Chaz is a mixture of experience, brains, and strength. His parents were also killed for training werewolves in this town. He’s at least twenty so there’s a chance he knew something about Mila. I still couldn’t trust Mila after a few truths she said. Still a stranger, a possible danger. A few feet from the door of Chaz’s place, I heard plates that broke on the ground, and metal banging through the walls. Someone punched a hardwood platform. My feet were stuck to the ground. I listened more to what was happening inside.

Dorian Grimaldi. I stood at the threshold of the grand hall, my heart pounding with anticipation. The opulent space unfolded before me, a breathtaking symphony of architectural magnificence and lavish adornments. The high-vaulted ceiling soared above, adorned with intricate frescoes that depicted scenes of celestial beauty, while crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a cascade of shimmering light, casting an ethereal glow upon the polished marble floors.