Novel & Cerita The Owl House Golden Guard

Chapter 85 Cassidy’s POV The air trembled with the sound of chains. The moonlight bled through the cracks of the cell, silver and sharp as blades. Aurora’s growls shook the ground beneath my feet — low, deep, not of a normal wolf. “Look, Oliver!” I shouted over the deafening clatter. “Her eyes—she’s a golden-eyed wolf! Do you remember the prophecy?” Oliver’s gaze snapped to me, confusion flickering across his face. “The golden-eyed—” He froze mid-sentence, his breath catching. Then his eyes widened in horror, the dawning realization. “The golden-eyed wolf… the one who carries both the gift and the curse!”

Coral was too valuable to have less than all of her guardian wolves, and at this point she still didn’t have all of them. Harley approached. “Are you ready?” She asked, a look of determination across her face. I nodded. “Yes, I am ready. Let’s review the plan one last time before we head out. I want to make sure that everyone knows the plan.” Harley nodded as I spoke. The guardian wolves all stood in the foyer of the packhouse. They all seemed to know that it was time to get serious and prepare to leave, as the room got quiet.

he said as I smiled widely. "Please do take your time, don't worry about them, we will be here until you return." Cian answered. "Thanks, the kids are both in their rooms upstairs. Phillip is doing his guitar lessons and Ana is busy with her homework," he said then rushed out of the room. After a few minutes went by. We stood up and went straight outside, behind the house was the control room which was always taken care of by Joe. "Hey, Joe." I greeted the security guard sitting on the chair when we walked in.

So, she didn't mention Lorian or Poppy However, Holly smiled faintly and said, "I just saw Lorian and Poppy at the door." "Holly." Gwen ran over and threw herself into Holly's arms. She was twenty years old, but she still acted like a child. Holly brought her a gift, a set of top-grade Awharian crystal ornaments. Gwen looked at it lovingly before sticking her tongue out at Ocelotte. "Holly bought this just for me. I'll bet you're envious now." Ocelotte was a junior in college. He was six-foot-two and burly. He looked at Holly calmly, hiding something in his mind. She also gave him a gift. It was a limited edition set of famous basketball players trading cards.

Madison said, her wolf claws subconsciously elongating and scratching the wolfhide chair, "or better yet, shredded them after annual reconciliation—" "Johnson said not to burn them. The Golden Jewelry Store was the only one fully compliant with taxes. He insisted on keeping the ledgers just in case," Wanda growled, her mint pheromones sharp with frustration. Madison reined in her pheromones, her white musk now tinged with sulfur.

Olive arched her back and snuck her fingers into his hair. “But my Guard—” “Fast asleep in their bedrolls. Just focus on me,” he cut in and pulled away her jacket from around her. Olive, however, had stiffened. Her Guard—that was where the problem lay. She couldn't scent them. She couldn't even scent Wayne!

The house was too quiet… that something felt odd. In the middle of the night, where the full moon had shone, Arth had trouble sleeping. His exhausted body wanted to rest so badly but his guts were keeping him awake. He groaned as he sat up from his white bed, then he glanced through the windows. His eyes went wide of what he saw. A white owl stood on a branch of a tree outside, watching Arth. Its white feathers gleamed with the moonlight but its eyes glowed brightly—so round and entirely locked at him. Who would see a damn bird that has glowing eyes?

“It’s the least I can do, and besides, you’re half right. This is not the time for her to learn what horrors await her.” The latter shook her head at that. “No, you’re right. I should not shield her from what awaits us tomorrow, and in the end, it is up to her do what she wanted with it.” A small smile graced the other’s face at that. After a few more minutes of chatting with each other, Aedre had decided to call it quits and sleep, telling the other to wake her up at dawn to take the next shift. She nodded, a promise. Aedre woke up to find the sunlight streaming through the small slivers through the leaves and with no Huntress in sight, except for a small folded letter pinned to the blanket

They say the guards are there to keep me safe, but they are really just spies making sure the Lost Luna Heiress does not run away into the trees. Genevieve brought two massive guards for this trip to Crimson Moon City. They are the only wolves she could bribe to help her force an illegal mate bond. Whenever the family leaves the lodge, those two guards look at me like I am a piece of fresh deer meat. I call them Growler and Mean-Eyes. Mean-Eyes even tried to touch my tail when he helped me up the stairs after Genevieve put sleeping root in my water. I have to escape these awful wolves right now.

Bingo. He grabbed his towel more securely around his waist and slipped outside as quietly as possible. G****e, his enormous golden retriever, was curled up on the sunbed beside the hot tub, snoring peacefully. The moment Owen stepped outside, G****e’s ears perked up, and he lifted his head, his big, sleepy eyes locking onto his owner. Owen pressed a finger to his lips. “Shhhhh,” he whispered, begging for silence. G****e tilted his head. Then—