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I heard the familiar voice of Gonzalo ring from behind me. Natasha jumps on my body, clutching her hands to my chest, as I try to shield her face from meeting his own. “Am I missing something here, Raul? If not, why is the first daughter of the house of Miklaus in the company of the rebel leader?” The bass of his voice rose as his eyes glowed angrily at us. The clouds crackled lightly, and soon the sky started to tear up.

I think about his smile when he threatened my family, the casual way he promised to break me. I think about Father, bleeding out in his bed while someone who should have been loyal stood by and watched. “No,” I say finally. “Elena…” “No.” Louder this time. “I’m not running. I’m not abandoning our people because Father’s sins are catching up to us. And I’m not letting Luca Valenti think he’s won.” “This isn’t a game you can win.”

CHAPTER 50 – Resurrection of the Forgotten For a moment, the entire refinery froze. It wasn’t because of the gunshot. It wasn’t because Luca lay bleeding on the concrete. It was because the dead had just walked out of the shadows. Luca’s brother—Ezra. A man whose body was supposed to have been found in a burnt-out sedan eight years ago. A man whose death shattered Luca and broke their family. And now he stood alive, scarred, limping, holding a gun like he’d never stopped using one.

Bradville Darius and Elijah didn't think of telling anyone about their journey to Bradville though they deserved to know. It was Darius' suggestion and Elijah had no choice, but to sheepishly follow in his footsteps. Darius glanced at Elijah who was standing to his right, he looked at the front door before raising his fist to knock at it. They had compelled several humans before they found where Zachary Taylor resided. Elijah looked at the skies, the bright crystal blue becoming dark, and the moon rising from the horizon, Elijah gulped, he hoped that his journey to Bradville wasn't for nothing. Darius knocked again before a caramel-skinned young muscular man opened the door. Right there was

Some of them had been approached earlier in the day, but since everyone realized that there were three Guardians here, they have been left alone. We let them enjoy their wins. We don’t have anyone competing tomorrow, and while I want to be there to cheer for Shadow Falls and Canyon Ridge, our score will stay the same. Eli lets everyone know how proud he is of them and after mind linking me, he decides to take this opportunity to offer the Lead Warrior position to Ezra. He accepts and the party continues while Eli and I go to our cabin, hearing the party last until well into the early morning.

I searched his eyes for an answer, but whatever it was lay deep in his heart, a place I couldn’t reach with just my eyes. “She was brought back to life,” he revealed. “Elena?” My heart hammered as her name escaped my mouth. “No, Rhoda. She was returned from the dead by the moon goddess. And now my brother won’t rest until he finds her killer,” he answered. It was more relieving to hear Rhoda was back to life than Elena. Not that it did any good for both of us, but at least, it wouldn’t be on my side to struggle from the beginning again. I sighed, shaking my head as thoughts evaded it. “So what’s going happen. Everything’s in place, you need to do something,”

'Nowadays, no one is willing to believe in what we say? Hmph! Once again, Ezra snorted coldly. Ezra was also one of the leaders in the Frantic Thunder Hired Troop, and in the same realm as Brakster, a Rank 5 Surpasser. "Brakster, you are boasting way too much. Do you mind letting me witness it?" Ezra looked at Lucas' back figure. His comment made all the hired armies in the hall turn to look at Lucas' back figure because they would love to see what Lucas was capable of.

After all, Ezra had utterly dominated the fight that Zayn could not even gain a single purchase. If this kept up, Zayn would fall soon. And soon came sooner. Ezra unsheathed the same coup de grâce again, and this time, Zayn was no longer in a position to shield himself. He watched every second passed before he braced the inevitable injury. He wondered if his gambit had turned out to be a mistake. Maybe Ares was absent after all. Oh, God. He really dug a hole this time, did he not? His thought was not even given the time to mature when he heard a sigh. “That’s an overreach right there, Ezra Sword. Zayn is a Rheasian civilian and therefore under my protection. You have no right over him.”

“Do not run your life by hate and anger. Use the strength and ground that he’s built for you to stand, and expand it, but if you are going to keep acting stupid, you are going to end up losing everyone around you. Everyone includes even those who would fight to support you, and not just outsiders.” “They swore a pledge of loyalty…” “If you are not benefiting them, and are dropping the family to the ground, would they stick to helping you until the end? Because I don’t think so.” Ezra said, stopping him again. “Think of what I said, Mikhail. I know that you consider me as a big brother, but you should also act upon it and choose to listen to me.” “And if I don’t?” Mikhail asked, testing Ezra.

RAVEN The fight was rather exhausting . Who the fuck bring along 50 men to a fucking dinner? Not like someone would kill him though I wanted to. But looking at Aiden’s face , I probably won’t do that. “Are you alright?” I breathed , twisting my wrist . It hurts but doesn’t matter. He simply nodded once with an unchanged wide eyes and mouth hanging open . I turned , walking towards Denver who was now on his knees , begging for mercy. I smirked looking at him without pity. Why should I feel empathy for someone like him? Who knows how many lives he has ruined till now .