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My wounds were stinging badly and I sobbed on the grass where he had left me. I could see he was mad. Really mad and he wanted to vent his anger on some unfortunate person who just happened to be me. He dumped a bag close to my head and I craned my neck to see what he was doing. In the bag, he produced items that made me cringe. A leather whip, a bow and a quiver full of arrows, a gun, a catapult, rope, duct tape and bullets. Don't forget his trusted knife.

I answered. “I would use that ability and pay close attention to her scent. Since she is a dark angel, it is possible that your pup could be a rare metallic angel. It is written that the only other two documented dark angels gave birth to children that bore powers associated with metals. One was said to have wings that were golden in color and that the child was able to control all things made from gold. The other child was said to have wings that were dark grey but then faded to silver at the tips. This child could control multiple different metals.” Eivor explained.

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

And with that promise echoing in his heart, he surged forward, his pack close behind, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead. A few hours later, the first light of dawn crept over Blackthorn, painting the ruined courtyard with muted gold and crimson hues. In that fragile morning glow, Diego stood atop a shattered wall, surveying the aftermath of last night’s battle. Amid the remnants of shattered stone and spilled blood, a familiar sound stirred hope in his weary heart—the steady, resolute voices of his pack.

Dark King". This girl is really interesting along with this orange-guy." They suddenly stand up from their seat when the screen showing Mizu team blackened, "Wait, why is the camera from their team suddenly turned off?" the man monitoring them perplexity shouted. In the room where Mizu was, where all of them were already asleep, a young lad in a silky white hair and black stylish mask covered his handsome face, wearing a thick dark cloak with a logo of a terrifying dragon, a crest of the East House was walking in a very light and untraceable step, and stops, looking tenderly at Mizu in the cage.

All of a sudden, an ear-piercing voice ran in Lucas' ears. Lucas glanced in the direction the voice was coming from and noticed that it was a Dark Race. It was a duck that looked very ugly. It has to be said that the Dark Race was a Rank 4 being. "What race do you belong to? Which organization of the Abandoned City are you from?" the Rank 4 Duck Dark Race asked Lucas. Lucas' expression did not change as he shook his head. "I don't belong to any of them." This startled the Rank 4 Duck Dark Race.

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

As he came up to us, I got a closer look at him. He had tanned skin that radiated under the sun and he moved so gracefully like royalty. His eyes were deep amber and he had a perfect body. I sighed, what was worse than having three hot men as mates? He stopped right in front of me and took my hand. I felt sparks inside of me as I made contact with him. My stomach suddenly developed butterflies as I felt a tinge of sensation as his hands held mine. "Hey baby, I am Damon, Alpha of Midnight Pack", he said while searching my face. Shit…another alpha. "Mia", I muttered. He nodded his head and looked towards my other mate, "I guess we are all sharing one mate". They laughed.

And the knowledge I now possess is more precious than that! Beneath the boast was a sketch of a strange creature. It appeared like a warrior with fearsome antlers decorating his helmet, proudly sitting upon a twisted black horse. Lloyd's heart leapt. This was a critical find. It lacked Nathaniel's other sketches' detail, but it might be enough. It would help straighten his twisted path, at any rate.

He looks to the tower where he placed me and shakes his head slightly. I truly can't help myself and do what any red-blooded eagle shifter would do. I lift my tail feathers slightly and drop a large smelly message. The white and black glob lands on the shoulder of the dragon's stupid white coat. He turns his head, glances at his shoulder, and then up to where I'm flying. I watch as he scratches his head and then walks back inside. Too bad my body waste isn't toxic. Wouldn't that be a great superpower? I bypass the original tower I flew out of and head in through a lower window. I need a weapon and must shift in order to look.