Novel & Cerita Sky Dweller Black Face

She pulled on his discarded shirt from the night before—a soft, worn thing that smelled like him—and padded barefoot toward the source of the smell. What she found stopped her in the doorway. Dante Blackwood, the monster of the boardroom, the terror of hostile takeovers, the wolf who had nearly killed a man with his bare hands, stood at the stove in nothing but low-slung sweatpants. His dark hair was still damp from a shower, his broad shoulders relaxed, and he was... flipping pancakes. With a spatula. Humming.

I got down slowly, still staring. The moment my foot touched the ground, the sheer presence of the building swallowed me whole. My gaze ran up its height again. Of course. Of course Dante Blackwaters wasn’t an ordinary man. He wasn’t only the most powerful werewolf in the world—he was filthy rich, untouchable, a king in every way. I forced the air back into my lungs, pushed down the trembling inside me, and straightened my back. With as much elegance as I could summon, I walked inside.

The Phaseless Dweller did not come alone. There was a male and a female by his side. Both of them were young. The two people were dressed strangely in long black robes with black hoods and even black face veils, revealing only a pair of eyes. And, these eyes made people feel particularly bizarre. In addition, the man’s eyes were blood red, whereas the woman’s eyes emanated a purple glow. At this point, all the members had arrived. In addition to Alex, there were a total of thirty-three people.

Now seeing the men standing before them, one of the blindfolded men spoke up. “Who are you? Who do you work for?” Walter Blackwood asked, swallowing hard. The two men just stared back in silence, not responding to Walter’s question. “If you can’t answer me, call your boss! I’ll pay any amount he wants — money isn’t the problem!” Walter barked. Skye gave a small smirk, leaning lazily against the wall. “Do you know who I am? How dare a lowlife like you smirk while I speak? When I get out of here, let’s see if you still have that smirk on your face!” Walter spat angrily.