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I turned in a slow circle, scanning the shadows. “They’re gone,” I said, the words coming out low, raw. Elara exhaled shakily, sinking to her knees. “Are you sure?” I nodded. “I can’t hear him. I can’t hear any of them.” The silence was thick, heavy, almost mocking. Somewhere far off, an owl hooted. But Ronan was gone. His men were gone at least for now. I stared into the dark, my jaw tightening. “We’re not done,” I muttered.

Why would they come now? The words hit like a blade through the haze of my earlier thoughts, slicing straight into the fragile uncertainty Nanny Elara had left me with. Moments ago my chest had been heavy with Bella—her fire, her defiance, the terrifying possibility that I was falling for a woman who saw me as little more than a tool for her revenge. Now the world reminded me, cruelly and instantly, that a Lycan King could not afford such distractions. Not when blood might soon stain our lands. Without thinking, I turned to leave with him, my hand instinctively closing around the hilt of my sword.

Liam said. Maren did not directly respond to that. Which was answer enough. "How long?" Rollins asked. Still that same quiet. She exhaled slowly. "Since before your father died." The room went cold. Rollins's jaw tightened. Once, a muscle moved along the side of his neck. That was all. But I could sense it through the bond — a current of something vast and controlled, fury and grief compressed into a single contained point. "Take her to the east hold," he said to Aldric. "Guarded. No contact with anyone."

Joel’s POV We just got the call from the others that the bounty for Rose has already been claimed. “I guess we need to go to Vegas.” Colten said. Yeah, duh Sherlock. “So are we driving or flying? Garrett asked. “WE are flying, I don’t know what you’re going to do.” I tell him. “That’s some bull. You need all the help you can get.” Garrett spat. “We have help, Sebastian, the vampire king, is going to meet us there. After all his girlfriend, who is my sister, was also taken.” Colten argued.

Elena asked, sitting up beside him. Ren’s jaw tightened, and he set the phone down with deliberate care. “Kael. He’s at the northern border. They’ve found something.” Elena’s stomach twisted. “Something?” “A body,” Ren said grimly. “Rogue, from the sound of it. But Kael thinks there’s more to it.” Elena’s mind raced, the peacefulness of the morning evaporating in an instant. “Do you have to go?” Ren turned to her, his expression softening slightly. “Yes,” he said. “But I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Rene's eyes are frozen with terror, a tormented sound that he cannot hold back wrenches from his lips, causing the heads of all the males to snap in his direction. The dead body belongs to Eren; even though what remains of it is only a clutter of flesh and broken bones, Rene still recognizes his half-brother instantly. His face remains twisted in shock even as he meets Horden's malicious smile, which informs Rene that this is the warrior's revenge. Rene clasps his stomach against the sudden painful urge of nausea, finding his inner fury, he powers his legs to move. Fleeing away from the dreadful sight. He can hear Lyrien growling out his name, but he doesn't stop running; he bolts through th

he sang out. “Please, don’t do that. Your voice is annoying. I still love Ryden’s voice more than your own and your accent sucks.” I snorted. Through the broken window, I saw Ren. “Oh, look? My friend just arrived.” I pointed out, and as stupid as a demon as he was, he got distracted. “That’s Ren, by the way.” “Do you think you and your friend can beat me?” He turned to me, eyes narrowed. As goose bumps broke out my skin, I knew what he was about to do, showing me his true nature.

His back was scored with bloody welts. Carved into his skin, in crude, shaking letters: “False queens bleed first.” My knees buckled. Xavier’s arm shot out, steadying me. “Alive?” I whispered. “Barely,” Renly murmured. Renn’s eyes fluttered open. His voice was a rasp. “They… they know… about him.” My breath hitched. “Who?” His gaze slid to Xavier. No. Xavier froze beside me, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

Therefore, the rent is relatively cheap and there is still some land to grow and cultivate. His mother Elin got a message from the guard. She is always a gentle and calm lady. At first, she couldn’t control her emotions. She had to come to see who dared to “drag her son down a dark, obscure path.” She called or sent an email to Avis, but she only received silence. Unable to swallow anger. His mother immediately booked a plane ticket and set out to deal with the vixen who dared to seduce her good, foolish son.

Rengganis nodded in agreement. “Rengganis,” a whisper drifted to her, sounding like Lady Nagini, but with no form. ‘Lady Nagini,’ Rengganis thought. She rose from her seat and glanced left and right, swallowing hard as she watched carefully, taking a few random steps. Thump! Oof! Rengganis bumped into something and yelped. “Forgive me, Your Majesty,” a knight said, bowing his head while holding a folded banana leaf. “You startled me,” Rengganis said, looking flatly at her subordinate.