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NOEL'S POV. I stayed facing the wall for what felt like an endless stretch of time after the lights finally went out in the room. The darkness did not bring any kind of peace or calm to me. Instead it made everything sharper. I could hear every single sound Draco made on his side of the room while he sat up watching game film on his laptop. The low volume of the plays running, the way he breathed a little heavier when something on the screen annoyed him, the occasional shift of his weight on the mattress that made the springs creak softly.

That was when a chair flew past her head and broke into pieces against the opposite wall. Nyla didn’t even look worried. “I said that’s enough.” Draco stood in the middle of the room with raw and uncontrollable anger burning in his eyes, and all his muscles trembling with the urge to tear something or someone to pieces. Everything about him was the embodiment of a feral beast, barely holding on to his human nature. His hair was disheveled, shirt half torn, and he seemed drunk…He was drunk. The room around him was unrecognizable. Shelves were overturned, books were shredded, and expensive paintings were ripped from the walls, while a desk was split clean in half. Two unfortunate guards who ha

Gage, Leo, and Talon. He couldn’t keep in mind them. He knew he was a DJ at Talon’s club and had a fundamental impression of the man, but nothing more. He caught on they’d been companions for a long time, and he felt awful that he couldn’t keep in mind, but his intellect was fair a blank. Draco was wheeling himself down a wide corridor, cheerful that the house was enormous sufficient that he never got his chair caught in corners or entryways. He despised the chair and felt like he didn’t require it any longer, but the specialists had demanded he remain off his feet.

’ Wilhelm turned to Draco, ‘What’s this?’ Draco’s dark chuckle made him step back in fear, ‘They are my new toys.’

Draco continued his pacing without answering. “Draco!” Mitch growled. “WHAT. IS. IT?” Draco stopped, startled like he was just knowing that Mitch was in the room. He turned and looked at Mitch. “I need a fucking drink.” He muttered and that only alarmed Mitch even more. For one, Draco was always calmheaded and he never cursed, and he never drank any earlier than 11 a.m. “No drinks,” Mitch ordered. Draco sighed and collapsed on a couch. “Are you going to tell me what if=s going on? Or are you going to continue being a trainwreck?”

Then my bedroom door opened and Pegasus came out, looking for his friend. “Bro, where are you?” he said and cautiously walk towards the living room. “He’s behind the sofa, quickly hide and run!” Bacchus advised him. But before Pegasus can hide, I shoot him on the right thigh. “Bull’s eye!” I shouted. “F*ck you, Black Dragon!” Pegasus shouted as he dropped on the floor and crawled behind the drywall that divided the kitchen and the main room. “You guys keep on saying that but you can’t even hit me.” I taunted them again.

He towered over Gabriel, who himself was quite tall, at 6'4 inches, Draco's form was nearly as terrifying as his wolf was. He was tall and heavily muscled, with dyed grey hair that he kept in a bun on top of his head. Big, strong and very intimidating, but Draco could also be a big softie. Gabriel had seen him with his mate Leia. The way he doted on the woman, many would never see that side of him. "Any updates?" He asked and Draco shrugged. "The usual. We filed a case with the Werewolf Council. They said they take three days to reply but I think that's just them being annoying."

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.