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It was just so perfect. When I had finished, she was peering up at me, studying my expression. I blushed, turning my gaze down to the floor, feeling extremely self-conscious. "I'm sorry to hear of the tragic loss of your father," Adeia responded, softly touching my cheek with her finger. "I send you and your Aunt Iris my condolences." "Thank you, your maj-I mean Adeia." She smiled at me, pulling me into a timid hug. I patted her back, feeling extremely overwhelmed and not quite believing what was happening. I couldn't believe I was hugging the future queen of Eresus.

he whispered loud enough for her to hear as she shyly slipped her hand into his before they stood before the elder. The elder nodded towards Tommy before smiling towards at Jasmine, "Today, we have gathered here to witness the wedding of Jasmine and Tommy, but also we have gathered here to witness the coronation of our new queen," he said as everyone listened attentively while Jasmine and Tommy stared into each other's eyes.

Yolanda teased, purring as she held Jarnja’s hand, then pressed it to her purple lips. Jarnja startled, looking at me in confusion. “Yola? You, are you sick?” the Troll Queen asked, taken aback. Giggling, Yola swished her armor, grabbed me by the hand And we flew in her arms, Gullinkambi taking off after us To Jord’s sicksleep isle As Jarnja Let us go – a secretive smile on her ruby and white mouth. She licked a lion fang. Things were getting Interesting!

He spits, glaring at me over his shoulder, his eyes flashing gold before returning to gray. Is he seriously going to torture me over that too? I let out a heavy sigh. “Please, it's important. I think someone is selling drugs to wolves and making them lose their minds!” That makes him stop entirely. He turns to me, his eyes narrowed. “Go on,” Yes! My time for cheering is cut short by a sudden change in music, one that makes the crowd go wild with screams. Everyone starts jumping at once, singing along, making a bunch of noise that I can’t even hear my own voice.

"He has refused to present his administrative ledgers to this council, and his Vanguard scouts are actively blocking the transit lines to the lower grid. This is no longer a matter of structural reorganization. This is treason against the crown." "And what of the rumors?" an older commander from the heavy division demanded, standing up from his seat, his hand resting tightly on the hilt of his iron sidearm. "The pages say the Sovereign has returned. They say Dominic is inside the residential tiers even as we speak. If the true Alpha is alive, why is he not sitting on that throne?" Before Corin could offer an answer, the massive, reinforced oak doors of the amphitheater were violently thrown

"He treated an assembly of Kings like a gallery for his domestic disputes! We are not his audience, and we are certainly not his shield. Crashing this event is a declaration that he does not respect the sovereignty of any pack in this room." ​A fourth, a fierce female Alpha named Sharon from the Midnight Sun pack, stepped into the torchlight, glaring down at the bleeding Silverthorne leader. "He brought a dark witch and a squad of armed traitors to a celebration of unity. He didn't come to talk; he came to intimidate. It is an act of aggression against all of us."