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PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

Glossary: Primum venari = first hunt - Machaera leonem = saber lion *~~~* Viper watched in utter annoyance and anger as the tholus shift into the obstacle of death. He was well aware that whatever his mate faced was not going to be easy, but he hadn't known his uncle would go all out in such a fashion. His earlier rage with the older male only intensified. Only those titled as elite honored warriors ever used it to train.

Elara Dawn Mourne. If the Oracle found her lacking, even that would be stripped away. Across the floor, the high blood moved like fire given flesh. Kael of House Ryvenhart, the golden heir, stood at the center of a small constellation of power. His coat shimmered with solar thread, his smile brighter than any chandelier. By his side, Maeryn Vex, heir to House of Shadows, dripped in raven feathers and disdain. And just beyond them, Seraphine Veyne, daughter of the Crown Judge, drank from a glass of duskwine like it was poison she had chosen.

Serpent Win Mara’s red orpiment and Virando’s seven gems power. Consequently, as the consequence, it could be guessable already, the inevitable explosion between two currents of strong, robust and undefeatable powers occurred to both Mr. Serpent Win Mara and Virando. It struck, smote and hit them so violently, strongly, and in its deadly way. Mr. Serpent Win Mara’s, Virando’s and also Sugar Aquarius’ bodies were flung for quite several meters away. Meanwhile, King Richard Orlando Lie was seen secretly smirking tauntingly and cynically.

A muttered curse followed. Astrid narrowly avoided colliding with the unfortunate victim while Pearl stepped aside at the last second. The young man immediately crouched to collect the fallen books. "My apologies." Pearl bent down and picked up one of the volumes nearest her feet. Ancient History of the First Kingdoms. Interesting choice. She handed it over. The stranger accepted it with a grateful smile. Dark hair. Silver eyes. A familiar resemblance. Recognition arrived quickly. Lucien Draven. The younger prince. "You must be the Wardens from the Eclipsed Order," he said.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

Tyrion and Felix followed me a heartbeat later, and after a minute, the whole forest was crowded with warriors looking for Ragnar Venard. I quickly caught Ragnar's scent and ran deeper into the forest. Tyrion was right behind me. I couldn't resist the urge to glance back at him to see what his wolf looked like. Holy shit! I couldn't help but whimper. Tyrion's black beast with shiny fur looked like the wickedest embodiment of a demon—dark as night and deadly dangerous.

I said to him. I'm still chewing on the orange he gave me, noticing his expression when I tell him this information. “Seriously? Does anyone already know?” “Nope. I also just found out this morning when they took my blood” I showed my hands to him, there are a lot of needle marks in there. Arthur smiles, almost laugh.

“But your guns need powder. Needs steel. Need the smiths working day and night. What happens when Selvane strikes the supply lines?” Aaron gave me a sidelong glance. “Then we bleed slower than they do. What about Veridia, Alaric? You’ve always said you had no need for our machines.” We turned down a row where blacksmiths hammered blades, sparks flying into the dusky air. My voice was low, deliberate. “Veridia has something else. Our arrows: tipped with herbs that rot the flesh if they touch blood. Our blades: tempered in fire and moonwater until they cut through armor like hide. And our horses…” I paused as a line of Veridian steeds stamped and snorted, black coats gleaming like oil, their n