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Klaus exclaimed and laughed. “That stupid Alpha? Then, I’ll enjoy myself then,” Klaus said, immediately heading toward their prison. He smiled happily, thinking that he should play with Clara and how he would torture the Alpha that they had chained up. The young lad hummed happily, not even thinking of a plan of his own now. He follows what the mastermind says, and everything else seems a game to him. He was ruined, mentally and emotionally. When he reached the prison, he smiled at Clara. “Hey, little Clara,” He called, using the nickname he always used in the past.

This is truly troublesome. Although the current matter at hand was a small one, Klaus was still dealing with it. His gaze was fixed on his laptop screen, making him look occupied. In the wintry afternoon in Taadi City, the traffic was heavy and the cars were barely moving. Suddenly, Klaus seemed to have noticed a green figure flashing past him through the car window. He looked out of the window and he saw a small figure, who was wearing a frog jumpsuit, walking along the sidewalk beside the roadside.

He chuckled to himself. Klaus came in and took a seat beside me before he was opening up the folder. "I guess all our true colors will show today it seems like. I mean I am the protector of everything dark so I won't be saving any helpless souls." He chuckled. My smile grew because it seemed like the light underestimated our capabilities. For millions of years they were the ones that ruled and told us what to do. "So how about we start with something simple." I said as I stabbed the universe of light universes map. Slowly blood dripped out of the knife as I lifted it up. The page turned to dust within an instance.

CLAUDE Fuck. That was the first thing that ripped through my head as I came to, groaning like I’d been hit by a freight train. My eyes blinked open, unfocused, until I caught sight of him—Nikolai. His lap was my goddamn pillow, his hands steady on my shoulders. And those eyes—sharp and steady—locked on mine before his lips twitched into that lazy, lopsided smile of his. “Welcome back to the land of the living,” he murmured, like I’d just woken up from a nap instead of—

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.