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“You always were good at forgetting the lives you ruined.” His hand moved to his cloak, pulling it back. And suddenly—his face was clear. Evelyn’s stomach dropped. “You—” “My name is Eron,” he said quietly. “Beta-scion of House Trevan.” She gasped. “Your brother—” “Was Jace Trevan,” Eron finished, voice hardening. “One of the most loyal warriors this pack ever had. He was kind. Strong. Honest.” Her lips trembled. “That was years ago—”

But that was after giving them five minutes to confess, but as expected they refused to speak. Elder Gregor had already lost his a limb and tooth, i was going to cut them all up bit by bit till they said everything they knew. I wiped the blood off my hands before picking up a new pair of scalpel. “I'm only going to ask this once Eron, don't make me repeat myself” I placed the scalpel at the front angle of his left ear. “Where is Lena” “I don't know, i swe…ahh” he groaned, wriggling his body. As i started cutting through his ear without waiting for him to finish his sentence.

I reminded. She laughed a little. “Right, that.” I brought her hand up to kiss it. “We’ve got this love.” She gave me that troublesome smirk. “Oh, I know.” “Come on out Brennus. I know you’re here. Come out and bring that weasel Aragon with you!” Eligor spat. “You’re an audacious one calling other people weasels,” Greier spoke up from where she was. Not being able to find her was definitely playing tricks on Eligor, who visibly hadn’t expected to hear her. “Greier? What are you doing here?”

She blabbed and I nearly convulsed. "Sorry dear, I'm not who you think I--" I started but I was interrupted by a smirking Eron as he signaled the girl to leave. He looked good as always. Okay, who am I kidding? He looked great, hot as usual. He wore a navy blue shirt, unbuttoned to the fourth button, his jet black hair was tussled neatly on his head, a stubble that was perfect for caressing was just starting to grow and it was then I noticed the jagged scar cutting through his eyebrows. Leaning against the wall with the door in hand, he was no doubt the sexiest man to ever exist. But you have to snap out of it, Frema. If he caught me staring, he didn't say anything about it. Or it was becaus

“Looks like we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other.” “That is nonsense.” I snap, my jaw tightening. Raegon allowed this? No. Absolutely not. Why can he not vacation somewhere else? Why not return to his own pack? Why here? I steal a glance at Eros from the corner of my eye. He is casually watching the festival now, relaxed and chill. And I notice the women at nearby tables stealing glances at him, while whispering and blushing. Without meaning to, I sharpen my hearing. “Oh my God, he’s so handsome.”

Erin made sure not to sound rude "Is the mark noticeable?" Douglas as ignoring Erin words "No, it just flickered and that was for a second, my eyes was fast to see it... It is hidden in her" "The witch won't give up, until they kill her" she add "That will be if they see her" he pause and turn to face Erin, revealing his handsome charming pale face with his glistering dark green eyes "Make sure she is protected" he add. Erin nodded obediently "Where is she now?" he ask

Watching Egon stand in front of the door, ready to knock once again with one hand raised in the air, but stopped the moment she opened the door, Evanora blinked her no make-up eyes two times, and then smiled gently asking him, “Egon! I mean King Egon Heraoult! You are here at this interval of time!” to which she earned a slight nod from his side. He seemed to be restless and confused. She sensed it right. And she guessed that it may be because he still was lingering over the incident. Moving the conversation ahead, she asked him once again, this time hoping to get a good answer with some words and not just a slight nod, “Well, what is so important that brings the almighty king Egon Heraoult

Aria intercepted Elira at the edge of the hallway. “You should’ve stayed hidden,” Aria said coldly. Elira smiled. “And let you keep the crown?” They fought—a blend of martial precision and raw fury. But Aria overpowered her, pinning her to the corridor wall. “Where’s Regina?” Elira laughed through bloodied lips. “Already watching. You’re always too late.” Jerry arrived with the encrypted clutch. “We got it. Let’s move.” As they exited into the cold Paris night, Aria glanced toward the rooftops.

As they approached the sacred grounds, the air seemed to hum with a palpable energy—an anticipation of the discussions that would shape the future of their kind. The entrance to the elders' sanctum loomed before them, adorned with intricate carvings that told the tales of generations past. Seraphina, her scarlet eyes glinting with a mix of reverence and determination, led the way. Adrian, his werewolf features a testament to the unity forged in recent battles, followed closely, while the hybrid child walked beside them, a living symbol of the prophecies that had unfolded.

Beside his feet sat a wooden crate containing three sealed glass bottles of preserved crimson blood—provisions meticulously measured for high-grade physical exertion. The heavy mahogany doors groaned open, breaking the tranquil atmosphere. Eryx stepped into the room, his long dark coat dusted with the crisp night chill. He looked as formidable as ever, his own waist-length silver hair caught in a neat leather binding, his striking crimson eyes reflecting the glowing hearth. Yet, as his gaze landed on Annesa, the cold exterior of the High Guardian softened into familiar warmth. He unbuckled his sword belt, handing it off before striding across the polished floorboards to press a lingering kis