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Later that evening, our eldest still hadn't returned, and I bit my lower lip, certain that she was being marked and claimed by the dark elf. Returning to my suite, Frost had to leave due to two of his new guards who wished to speak with him about what had occurred earlier. Strolling outside on the balcony I glanced over the courtyard then up at the star-filled night sky and exhaled. The huge mountain range in the distance made me feel so small and insignificant. “Am I the Sacred Shewolf and if so what does it even mean?” I sighed softly as I lifted my hand and created a small fire in my palm. “Yes, you are and all will know this during your celebration. I believe that a few Moon Council repr

“You can have your seat.” As she sat near me, I remember that my father once told me that mates can hear each other voices in their minds, and he had taught me how to do it without stress. And so now, I want to try it, to know the truth behind my wolf's happiness. I closed my mind and imagined a door open before me and then I speak, “Hello, my beautiful girl.” Lucy startled, as if she a scorpion stung her. She looked at me and her uneasy grew out of her face.

CHAPTER 162 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ “Valerie, can you transport me back to Mystic-Meadow?” Gabriella asked as she walked into Marie, Christine, Valerie, and Angela's room. “Mystic-Meadow? You want to go back home to see Anaya?” Valerie asked. “No, I need to find someone. There's a forest in Mystic-Meadow that no one ever goes to because of the terrible myth about it. I need to go there immediately,” Gabriella replied.

I shouted, and everyone turned to look at me, shocked to hear my voice. I ignored them and only glanced at Natasha, surprising her with my ability to speak. Did they just hear a lovely voice? TSK. “Whoa… Miss?” Martin's staff approached the host to whisper, and the host looked at him in awe. “I apologize, Ms. Mystica, but thank you for coming tonight.” I grinned at the host, and he returned to inquire whether there would be more than what I had given. “21,000!” Natasha and I exchanged glances, and I could see she was cringing. They indicted the way we gazed at each other with electricity. I grinned and lifted my hand again.

We got the silver lake, but it no longer looked so easy. "Alpha Reid stands on the same ground with his father," Tristan continued, his sandy-colored hair glistening as he stared down at the envelope in red stamp sent by silver mystic again. 'ungrateful werewolves, ' I thought to myself. "If only you both had listened to me; Silver Mystic isn't worth helping, moaned that repeatedly, but no one listened." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, rubbing my eyes "Atlas, there's no point blaming anybody. Nobody knew they could eat back their words like that," Tristan said, ignoring that Atlas was in support.

He gave me a dimpled smile in return. "Is it true that a man was found dead at The Mixed Community last night?" I heard someone ask. Alix frowned, hearing it too. "Yes. My mom sent a message checking up on me this morning. I'm yet to reply to her. My damn Mistdove isn't back yet. I swear that animal acts human." Xenos replied. Mistdoves and Mistrows were pets that were used to deliver messages anywhere in MistWorld. "You shouldn't have left her without food. She'll be back." Flash responded, patting Xenos on the back in sympathy.

“That’s true.” The Mystic Maiden said, “These old geezers will definitely fight for the opportunity of the spiritual energy tide in the world of America. Hence, just watch. You’re just seeing a few of them, and there are countless of them hiding underwater!” During the conversation between Alex and the Mystic Maiden, someone recognized his face. “Sect Master Miller from the Ghost King Sect? I never expected that you would be here.” Alex was startled. That short-lived guy was a sect leader! He hummed and imitated the voice of that short-lived guy. “What’s wrong? Am I not allowed to come?”

I asked quietly. He turned to me and nodded. "Yeah, don't think too much. It's normal." It was almost midnight when we arrived at the homestead, but the place was still so lively, as if they expected us to come. There were strings of lights decorating each side of the road, making the scene look magical and romantic. "Is this where you're usually assigned?" I asked Zayn as we exited the bus.

I was flogged a hundred times for making a laughingstock out of the future king. He has all the say in the palace, so I knew better than to cross him. Anyway, that was all the thing of a past now. I just have to wait a few more months and I will finally be able to spread my wings! My life-long dream of becoming the member of the Mystic Muses was about to reach fruition. Mystic Muses was a sect mostly comprised of female descendants of another minor deity, Lilith. They followed her ways and in order to honor her name, they only accepted maiden with the highest honor. In layman's term, only virgins were allowed.

she uttered to herself and took her to leave. Mystique turned just in time to watch her friend walk away from their previous spot. "Some friend you are!" She murmured before stepping into the building, towards the receptionist's desk. "Welcome to Ps Cooperation, what can I do for you?" The lady behind the counter greeted nicely with a big smile, showing her little dimples. Mystique also smiled, adjusting her glasses. "Hello, please am looking for one Mr. Garcia. Where can I find him?" She inquired politely.