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a voice drawled from the darkness behind them. ​The pack spun around as one. Out of the deepest shadows of the corridor stepped a man they had trusted since they were children. He wasn't a grizzled elder or a battle-hardened general. ​It was Julian, the son of Elder Marcus. He was the Citadel’s chief scribe, the man who recorded their laws and managed their histories. He had played in the snow with the Thorne brothers; he had shared meals at their table. In his hand, he held a small, glowing obsidian orb that pulsed with the same rhythm as the cocoons on the floor.

The color drained from Julian's face. "That's... that's a fake!" he shrieked. "You forged that recording!" "Forged?" Killian sneered, pulling out a stack of photos. "Then are these fake, too?" The photos scattered across the floor. Each one was a clear shot of Julian meeting secretly with members of a human hunter organization. There were even bloody images of him killing a pup from his own pack. "Oh, my god..." someone choked out. "Prince Julian was working with human hunters?"

"The Cigna? You mean the lost signature of the Silas guild? The mark of the Swan?" Julian felt a cold sweat prickle his neck. He had underestimated her. She wasn't just a reader of books; she was a scholar of the very craft he lived for. "I... I have read of it," Julian said, trying to recover. "A mark that indicates a piece is not just made, but engineered. A sign of perfect balance."

Julian concludes: "He has angels as allies."

Inside the cabin the atmosphere was thick with a heavy focused stillness. Julian sat on the leather banquette, his big frame hunched a bit forward as he looked at the copies of the newly secured European deeds. He had taken off his traveling sweater for a tailored charcoal-grey shirt; the top two buttons open, his sleeves rolled up to show his thick scarred forearms. His face was a mask of executive hostility. The excitement of the Alpine campaign had turned into something more dangerous: a quiet calculated determination to finish what his family had started fifteen years ago.

“There is no need to be so wary of Eren. He is from one of the ruling families of the Vampire Kingdom, and it is impossible for him to harm us in any way.” Lucien moved his head, and did not say a single word, except that his hands tightened on Emilia, who was sleeping on his back, while Lucas continued, looking away at the red moon. “He is also the first candidate to be her husband in the future, so there is nothing wrong with some transgressions, but not now, do you understand what I mean?” This time, Lucien pressed Emilia to the point that she moved on his back uncomfortably, but even so, nothing appeared on his face.

She had the same look as her father, and the broad cheeks were too obvious. “Did you say, avenge? Is Ferdinand dead?” Jidenna shared a confused look with his friend. “My queen.” He bowed, “I said, avenge. But Ferdinand? No. Who in the world of our ancestors is that?” “It is your father, girl, that’—.” Mary was saying before Godson cut in. “Actually, instructor. This one is a boy.” “Oh” Mary nodded, “anyway. Ferdinand is the name we gave to the man who bore this parchment.”

"Uncle, have you ever seen or conversed with Julian face to face before? Can you describe what he looks like to me?." "He had a mustache, was short, and had a spherical head that was disproportionately enormous for his body. The mismatching of his clothes was one of his favorite things to do, and he always wore a purple earring in his left ear." "There is no question that it is him... I only saw Julian a few days ago at a party where I attended, so it's incredibly puzzling to me how he could have been killed and even raised to the role of commander of a terrorist organization so quickly. The use of his death as an excuse raises suspicions that something else is being concealed. What is the c

“Toufen, send this emblem to my father. Make sure he will get this by tomorrow,” Jennifer took out a symbol from her chest. It was red and had engraved the name of the Northern kingdom. Also, it’s not just a simple emblem, it can record voices. “Finally, you are going to suggest to your father that you want to marry me,” Toufen said, licking his lips. He walked to a corroded wooden cabinet and poured rum for himself. “Huh,” a chuckled left and continued again, “Dream big is not bad, it will be good for your health only if it is just been a dream, but if you try to make it a reality, it can kill you.”

"They are not our enemies, Julian. They just don't understand us, and that's what I'm trying to do; make them see that we are not their enemies. Give me a chance to do so." "Ah, I see. So that is what this is about. Just because you found your mate in one of them, you are ready to discard us? To discard your sibling? I always knew you were this kind of person; I should have never trusted you," He spat out carefully, and her expression morphed into apprehension. Julian was a hybrid, one that came from the union of an Alpha and an Omega, while she was a purebred werewolf. Yes, you heard that right. Their Father had fallen in love with Julian's mother, got her pregnant, you know, the classic lo