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And Kaida feels the change instantly. Korra steps forward, her legs still weak, but her movements are sharp, controlled, dangerous. “Korra…” Kaida’s voice carries warning, but Korra doesn’t slow. Her sharp gaze is locked onto Octavius, expression unreadable but tense. “This is Alpha Octavius Reid,” Kaida says carefully, moving slightly in front of him as if to shield them from what’s coming. Korra doesn’t blink. “Of the Raven Moon Pack,” Kaida continues, voice quieter now.

“Am sorry miss Kate, but you’re under arrest for the suspected kidnapping and murder of Mr Albert Connor-Mckinney; you have the right to an attorney if you can’t hire one, one will be provided for you.” I could see the pains in their eyes. “What do you mean!?” I shouted, officers am innocent, I kept shouting…

It was unconventional sure, but our Luna was a strong woman and no one would dare question her. The future Alpha, Kai, was my age. Exactly my age, we shared a birthday. When we were young we would even share birthday parties due to the fact that my father had been the Beta of the pack. Our parents had been close so Kai and I had spent a lot of time together as kids.

He, like Connor, looks just like his father, only he has the grey-green eyes of Luna Yara and Kennedy. By the time Kennedy comes back downstairs after packing her things, I’m ready to go. If one more person tries to warn me about not being good enough for Kennedy, telling me that I’d better make sure that I’m worthy of her, or any other type of warning, I may have to kill someone. I already know that I’m not good enough for her. I know she deserves better, but I can’t seem to stop myself from accepting the undeserving gift that the Moon Goddess has given me.

“You came here to test boundaries, yu got your answer.” The lead councilor’s expression hardened. “You’re making a grave mistake.” “I make those daily,” I replied. “This isn’t one of them.” The silver-eyed woman studied Kenny intently. “Child,” she said, softening her tone. “Do you understand what you are?” Kenny hesitated. Lyra opened her mouth, but I shook my head. Let him speak. “I know what I’m not,” Kenny said quietly. “I’m not yours.” Something in her gaze shifted. Calculation turning to something colder.

"Who are you??? How dare you step into the Connors household unannounced!" Thomas scolded them harshly. "Take off your hoodies, remove your masks and identify yourselves!" demanded Cleo. "As you wish, Sir and Madam Connors." The two masked people did as Cleo demanded and revealed themselves to the Connors, as well as Karen and her crew. "Our apologies for the sudden intrusion. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is... Kellan Miller. This is my wife Sylvia."

"Roger, I want to work at your clothing factory." Roger was about to respond when his father's voice interrupted, "Where is Karen?" He sounded worried, gaining Roger's attention as he addressed Octavia. However, Roger got the clear message. Karen had been living with Octavia after leaving his mother’s small house. "She was picking up a gift with her friend," Octavia replied. Giovanni was upset. "I told you to never leave them alone." He feared for anything to happen to her. Roger's expression changed, but just as the father and son made a move to go look for Karen, the doors swung open, revealing a mesmerizing beauty.

“I want them dead. All of them.” “We all do. But we need a plan. Need information. Need…” I trailed off as movement caught my eye. A raven landed on the pyre’s edge. Large. Black. With eyes that glowed red. Everyone went silent. The raven opened its beak. A woman’s voice came out. Ancient. Powerful. Amused. “Hello, young alpha. My name is Octavia. I speak for the Old Blood Council. And I have a proposition for you.”

CHAPTER ONE- CHURNING RUMORS AND THE ‘ELABORATE’ PLAN 1620 AD, Silver Crest Packhouse, 10:46 am “No!” The skinny redhead exclaimed after hearing her best friend’s outrageous tale, her brown eyes wide as saucers. “I don’t believe you.” “I cross my heart, Jen,” The busty blonde— Katie said, her voice lowering to take on a more conspiratorial tone, “Alpha Killian is really impotent. The rumors are true.”

“But she is a hybrid and you are a pure dragon. Are you lying to me, dragon?” “She can’t lie to you. Geez, do neither of you know anything about dragons?” Nylion asks. “Kenna is arguable the third strongest dragon currently alive, second only to Ancalagon and Eliane, and both of them have access to all four elements,” Kenzo says, coming to my defense. I’m surprised that Faeler doesn’t tell him to shut up, but apparently both men are interested in taking out Kenna and therefore, Yhendorn. I’ve known Yhendorn my entire life. He’s a good man, a good king from what I’ve been able to tell, and he’s been a perfect mate to Kenna. I’m not surprised that she’s pregnant.