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He unwrapped the letter, read it, and gave it to Abel who read it out loud. The enemies, led by Cone, were on their way to the East, and backup soldiers who were journeying from Oceania were also on their way. Oceania?! That is Fatou's country, right? I feared the consequences of trusting those people because it might be a trap. I tapped Arnold and whispered in his ear. He reassured me that nothing would happen as they had also been living like a shadow of Genovia instead of Countries in partners. As expected, Arnold instructed the strong-faced guard to lead me to a closeby mountain, with food and new clothes. I was reluctant to go but after much persistence and how urgent things were, I had

the journalist asked curiously. "Yes, it's called 'Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire'," Luna revealed with a smile, subtly bringing the interview to a close.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

As I thought of all that I've gone through after my parent's death, I remembered having a one night stand with that stranger that stirred something inside me. I suddenly wished he could save me. He was the only good memory I could always think of and remember for now. Where could he be? Which pack is he from? I wondered repeatedly. The door flipped open, revealing Ethan and the familiar guard. I guess he was Ethan's Beta because he's the only guard I see around Ethan always. I was good as dead and couldn't even raise my head to see Ethan properly. I heard a silent chuckle as he glanced down at my pitiful body.

"What about defences? Guardians?" "The fortress maintains itself. Reality becomes... unreliable within its walls. Guardians are rarely necessary when the architecture itself judges worthiness." Vaurien turned to a page showing twisted corridors that seemed to fold in on themselves. "Though there are stories of previous failures lingering as warnings. The unworthy don't simply die; they become part of the trials." "How many have claimed the stone?" Kaelen asked. "In recorded history? Perhaps a dozen. Most who succeed don't remain human long enough to leave records." The chronicler closed the book, sliding it across the desk. "This is yours now: all the accumulated knowledge about the Sanctum

I responded. The person in front of me quickly looked at me. “The Guardian is a she,” they stated. I paused for a moment, “That is not possible. The last known Guardian is a male,” I stated, wondering if I had really fucked up entrusting this individual with getting more information for me.

“A fortune teller once told me I should move to Riveria. He said I would be successful and rich there. Your mentor guarded that place in the past, but he’s dead now. “There’s a saying that two tigers cannot share the same mountain. From now on, there can only be one governor in Riveria—me!” Click. A gun was pressed against Ethan’s chest. Ethan said, “Your plan is good, but didn’t your fortune teller tell you something else?” Elijah was curious. “What?” “Don’t come too close to me.” As his words fell, Ethan grabbed Elijah’s wrist and twisted it hard. “Ah!” Elijah screamed, and the gun in his hand fell.

“It felt like… like I was being erased.” Adrian’s grip tightened slightly as he helped me sit down. “A portal? That confirms what I’ve been reading.” He knelt beside me, his expression serious. “The totem, it’s connected to a legend about guardians. You were a guardian, Annalise, a protector of balance between humans and werewolves. The portal… it might have been some sort of trap.” I stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in. “A guardian?” The word felt foreign on my tongue, but at the same time, it stirred something deep within me. “That doesn’t make sense.”

"I believe—and I could be wrong, but every piece we've gathered tonight points the same direction—that the Mad Wolf was once Vaelor's last king's personal guardian. Bound to him. Loyal to him, the way the crown bound every ruler to the First Wolf's line. Something living, something that loved, before forbidden blood magic tore it apart and rebuilt it into the thing that has hunted through six generations of hosts ever since." ~~ Caierre felt the words land somewhere he had no defense against. *A guardian.* Not a monster born wanting blood. A guardian—loyal, bound, present at a king's side—twisted apart on some torturer's table into a weapon that had spent centuries being feared, hunted, and

" My job as a guardian is to ensure that evil people like Miranda never get to hurt anyone ever again. When we are done rescuing the victims, we give them counselling and take them back to their families. I’m no magic man, I only use advanced technology and combat to stop crime “My father explained. My father was not as evil as I had thought, he was a hero. I lengthened my stay, I too wanted to become a guardian, perhaps it was my purpose. “How do I join the GOH?”I inquired. “You don’t join, you get recruited. The response I received from my father didn’t satisfy my curiosity. Two weeks passed since my father had revealed his secret to me and yet I still longed to be a part of the GOH. A man