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He remained silent for a while, absentmindedly tapping the table with his slender fingers, producing a dull sound. After some time, he suddenly stood up. "Gather a team and come with me to the Harts' mansion." Harry was taken aback. "We've already searched there last time, and Missus Hart wasn't there..." "That was then." Tyler's eyes were as cold as an abyss. "If she was transported elsewhere, there's no reason why we couldn't find any trace of her." "Could it be that your parents lied, then?" Harry asked. That mysterious person who helped Vicky last time, no matter how powerful they were, could not secretly transport someone away without anyone in Zendonia noticing.

“You need to get in touch with Harry, he will be able to help us get in touch with the Council so we know what we’re against. I don’t think the Council will stop you from being with Soma, but I know the Lycan King and his minions will do it.” “I haven't spoken to Harry in a long time, I don’t even know if he has the same kind of pull he had a hundred years ago,” I said shrugging my shoulders. “Well it doesn’t hurt to try does it?” he said rolling his eyes. “Call him, and then get back to your girl, I am sure she is going crazy without you,” he said before leaving me in my office.

He heard faint voices echoing in his head, and when he came to the end of the hallway, he stopped abruptly and his heart rate sped up. He felt his head ache and his eyes went blurry. What he didn't know was that Sophia had sucked him good, and had turned him to her blood slave, bounded to her to do her every will without query. And she did that because she had the perfect job for him. She had begun her plans to get Tyler. And this was the first step. She would send him to infiltrate his camp and feed her with every information she required. Harry tried to remember the details of the night before, but nothing came up. It was all blank in his head. He saw the injury on his neck, but he didn't

It's broken and I don't have a replacement, so I figured there's no point for me to come for practice. Andrew signalled for Robin to convince him to come either way. Robin: That's not a problem, Andrew has a spare system here. Where are you now? Harry: I'm in the school's library. Robin: That's a bit far. Can you send me your location, so that Andrew can come pick you up? Harry: (pauses for a while before replying with a frown) Sure, I'll do that now. Robin: Okay bye then. Harry: Thanks.

She said. "Whatever it is, I am ready." James walked to his drawer and brought out a spell book and a wand. "You don't really need your spell book." Zephyra said. "It is just a small spell." James wasn't disappointed. He needed someone of royal blood to permit him to cast a spell. He needed it desperately. "I want you to help me make some fushes appear so my father thinks that I caught them." "But wouldn't that be wrong?" "Will you cast the spell or not?" Zephyra made that sound as respectfully as she could.

I admitted. Then I quickly added, “Now please, put some clothes on. This never happened. We get home, and Demarion never has to hear about any of this. Understood?” “Understood,” My wolf replied lightly. *Harry's point of view* I turned the corner, a slow smile spreading across my face. My heart was still racing from everything that had just happened, but this… this was working better than I expected. I pulled out my phone and tapped speed dial three. It did not even ring twice.

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

He pulled her close, murmuring something into her ear that made her smile. Harry looked away. He had expected whispers. Expected the judgment. But knowing it was coming didn’t make it sting any less. After the dance, Adrian excused himself and headed upstairs, leaving Sasha alone downstairs, still glowing under the flashing lights of the cameras. Harry knew this was the perfect moment. “Ivy, push me upstairs to the men's restroom, then come back down and wait for me,” he commanded, his voice low but firm. Ivy blinked. “What? Why—”

Arabella huffed. Harry shook his head slowly. “Don’t let that happen again. Go home. I’ll have Jimmy drive you.” Arabella bit her lip and nodded. “Okay. I’ll go. Good luck with your work.” A genuine smile touched Harry’s lips. “Bella… thank you,” he said sincerely. Arabella smiled back. “You owe me for this.” Harry watched her leave, her figure growing smaller. His gaze then snapped toward his phone on the desk. His fingers drummed against the wooden surface, fury still bubbling beneath his calm exterior. His eyes hardened, narrowing dangerously. He immediately dialed Marcus—his ever-present right-hand man.

So an idea came into his mind. There are only few people who can help him find Anna. Harry's car stop at the ?'s mansion. He walk inside and knock on the door a couple of times before it open. He walk inside without greeting the maid. He went straight to the living room and he saw Mr. and Mrs. Liam parents having a serious talk. He clear his throat to get their attention. " Good afternoon, sorry for interrupting your conversation. " Harry said formally and bow to them. " Harry, what are you doing here? "