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“A snake bit him while we were searching for the shards. He didn’t say anything until the poison was almost through his system and as you all know, healing isn’t an attribute of mine.” “You weren’t able to save him,” Aiden surmises.” “Incidentally, he didn’t die, was just paralysed. Odd right? We came home and then magically one day, he’s able to move around again. I had my doubts but then could it be a coincidence that just days before Yuuki was brought back, that he was fine.” “Did you sense anything off?” “Of Course I did,” Hayden deadpans. “I ruled out everything that it could have been until today. He wasn’t possessed. Harry was a vessel. an empty vessel that they were using to spy on u

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

The shadows retreated. Kara stood in the center of the circle, her silver hair floating around her face, her violet eyes glowing with golden light. The First Wolf was inside her now. She could feel him, ancient and terrible and desperate. "I have him," Kara said. Her voice was different, deeper, echoing with power. "He is contained." Elif ran to her sister and embraced her. Kara hugged her back, her body trembling. "I promised," Kara whispered. "I will never stop fighting."

The violet runes on his chest were still pulsing, but the light was dimming, flickering like a dying star. The apartment was tiny. It was a secret sanctuary Lyra had spent years building with money she had hidden for years. It was meant to be her escape from the Solis family; she never imagined she would be sharing it with a Nine-Tailed Prince. "You're shaking," Valerius rasped. He reached out, his hand hesitating before his fingers brushed the hem of her sleeve. His fox ears twitched, listening to the fast beat of her heart. "I’m not," Lyra lied, grabbing a medical kit from the wall. "I’m calculating."

At the same time, Harry and Philip staggered back. Harry’s face was full of horror as he stared fixedly at Philip. He laughed miserably and said, “Well, well! I didn't expect you to be so strong! I underestimated you! With such strength at such an age, the Black Dragon Heart really deserves to be a product from behind the stargate!” After saying that, Harry twisted his neck, and another roaring black tiger manifested behind him. The roars made people’s eardrums hurt while the black tiger emitted the pressure of a rabid wolf!

He’d put the brick back in the backpack. I let out a choked sob, both from the agony and the dawning realization of what had just happened. My fingers trembled as I tried to push myself up, even slightly, but the pain was unbearable. I turned my head slowly, dragging my gaze upward through the haze. He was standing there. Harry. My Harry. But I didn’t recognize the boy looking down at me. His face wasn’t twisted in rage or fear or even regret. It was...composed. His expression wasn’t that of a frightened child acting out of desperation. No, he looked… resolute and empty.

And Harry's pupils immediately turn red just like mine then he starts shifting into his wolf which is two times my size, but I am not a scared because I am the Alpha of the Blue Wave pack, more stronger than Harry would ever be, even though he killed an Alpha to get to this level and accompanied it with antidotes to make his wolf different. On seeing that all his wolves have been killed by my men, Harry comes rushing into me to claw me, but I dodge and we wrestle, tumbling on the ground and damaging things. We fought so hard, injuring ourselves in the process and trying so hard to bite each other with the mouth of our wolves, and even though Harry's claws are poisonous and make me weak, I wo

He pulled a small plastic bag from one of the pockets of his battle jacket where he had placed the six bloody fangs. "I know it won't make a difference, but I'm sorry for your loss, High Priestess Allegra," he said, holding the bag with both hands. With her now milky white hair, Allegra grasped the object, shaking. "Did they suffer?" she whispered. "I saw to that," Harry replied compassionately. "May I?" she asked, holding her hands to Harry. The young Alpha nodded and bent down to place her hands on his temples. Every witch is born with a unique gift.

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

The old man, who was none other than Harry, appeared to narrow his eyes, revealing the yellow glow emanating from his brown eyes. "Good... Now we only need to wait for when they'll move after this warning," Harry mumbled, "I won't let them resurrect Celestria so easily," Harry added. "Who are you, actually? Why did you offer help to me when you don't even know me? Is it because you know I despise Viggo and Karina for what they did to my legs?" Lucas asked. "You'll soon find out... Lucas," Harry said in a whisper, adding a mysterious tone to the man who served as the vessel for the Lycan.