His Mate: The Demon King
Irene chuckled softly, “it happened so fast.”
“We are demon rulers, it’s supposed to be fast,” Beruka said.
“And they are here,” Vertimon said, his eyes dimming at the wolves hiding behind the trees at the far end. “Maybe we should have burned the trees to that length and kill them in the fire.”
“Burn anymore, the forest demons would perish,” Maleeka said, “we may have already killed a thousand with the acres we cleared.”
“She is right,” Beruka concurred.
“Why are they just standing there, why aren’t they running closer?” Idrissa asked.
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