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“Use this to confirm the order. The seller should be waiting for you at the pack border. Go now.” At the pack border, I see an old man with a large sack and approach him. Up close, I notice his eyes are milky, like a white mist settled over them. “I am here for the herbs Luna Liana asked for.” I say. The man looks at me for a while before speaking, “And you? What are you here for?” The smile on my face drops. “What do you mean?” “I may be blind but I see clearly. A dark cloud formed from anger and hurt and betrayal follows you like a shadow. You have started a journey to revenge that cannot be stopped easily, haven’t you?” Against my better judgment, I say, “You’re right.” “Hmm…what do you n

It was a journal. She unbound it carefully, heart pounding. The handwriting was hurried, uneven, as though its author had been writing under duress. The name inside made her breath catch—Rowan’s bloodline. An ancestor, though the exact generation wasn’t clear. The first entries spoke of a pact. An agreement, struck long ago between the people of Black Hollow and the lycans that roamed its forests. A vow of silence and tribute, in exchange for protection from darker forces that stalked the land. The lycans would guard the Hollow, keep its people safe, so long as the pact was honored.

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Besides my dad told me that it was taken away because of a certain man named 'The beast of the east. "What's your deal with the spectra?" I asked while analyzing his demeanor and something immediately caught my eyes. He has a rune at the left corner of his eyes... I took my time to look the intruders who waged war against us and realized that they were from no pack... These were rouges, ugly looking creatures, not like the normal rouges... They looked like ancient rouges. The ones I heard about from stories. "Who are you." I asked again while trying hard to swallow the unknown lump in my throat. He flashed me a sinister smile, something flickered in his eyes as he looked away from me.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

“Ha! Good one Layla.” She didn’t like my reaction and her face twisted in pure rage. Layla stalked toward me, bearing her teeth, and grabbed me by the collar of my blouse. I stared up into her once blue eyes that were now glowing yellow in her fury. Her red nails grew into longer claws as they grasped my blouse, tearing the collar to ribbons. Her nails left nasty imprints into my collarbone and neck. I cried out in pain as I felt her hot breath on her face. “Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. Them.” She growled.

A few minutes later… The door opened. I thought it was Alpha Kyo—until I heard Kael’s voice. “So I just heard from the doctor that you can’t see. What a lowless girl… blind now.” “I, Kael Blackmoon, Alpha of the Blackmoon Pack, reject you, Nyx James, as my mate and Luna of this pack. May the Moon Goddess sever this mistaken bond between us,” he said. I groaned, clutching my chest, a knife-stabbing pain slicing excruciatingly slow, like someone using a blunt knife to cut open my heart.

I can’t believe a single look from him can intimidate me and affect me this way. When he finally takes the picture, I run back to him to see how it looks. I’m impressed and pleased by the result as he managed to include all the beautiful landscape behind me. The Black Tiger is not only a smart agent but also a good photographer. I’m happy to be learning more things about him.

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