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“Isn’t it – That’s a bit much, isn’t it?” I asked in a small voice dripping with scepticism. The wolves of Redville did not like me but won’t they hate me even more now that I had seemingly pitted them against their Alpha? “No, it’s fitting,” Valens insisted with an expression hard enough to compete with a rock. “I’ve given them a choice and that’s the best I can do for them.” If I had to describe Valens' personality with one word, it would be unyielding. He’d set his mind on this so I knew better than to argue.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

But desperation made them continue their futile attempt. With a quick movement, Valle jumped at the nearest attacker, moving like a wild animal going after its prey. His strong muscles pushed him forward, and he grabbed the other man's neck tightly. He felt a rush of power coursing through him, almost like he was a wolf letting loose, and he easily dealt with the man, tearing him apart. The second attacker stepped back, fear written all over his face as he saw what had happened to his friend. It was a horrifying sight that would stay with him forever.

I said with venom seeping through my words "Okay fine, Merlina think about all the good that could come from this. This whole city, would belong to you, you'd have authority over absolutely everything. More power than you could possibly think of. This whole empire would belong to you. The more power the more money." He said as he made me look out the window looking across the city of LA.

I explain. "Don't change your name because of him. Valentino doesn't trust anybody. He's like that with everyone he's ever met. He doesn't love, he doesn't befriend, he doesn't care, and he never will. He believes in family, and that's the only thing he'll ever believe in. Don't worry about him," he explains to me. He gets up from on top of me and flips us so I'm on top of him. My head laid down on his chest like he had done previously with me. His hands were in my hair, giving me the comforting feeling that I gave to him.

And there—beneath the silver crest of the Ebon Moon—stood Valentina Rodriguez, my mate. She remained composed despite their intense observation. She neither averted her eyes nor inclined her head. Instead, she stood erect, her shoulders aligned, her chin raised, as if she were an intrinsic part of the ground upon which she stood. Her presence seemed to dominate the chamber, permeating every space, every shaded recess, much like a tempestuous wind building pressure against the walls before a storm's arrival.

“Ah, Leo. Always the leader. Always the protector. Tell me, how does it feel to fail them? You promised them safety. Look at them now—your friend is bleeding, your beta is burned, your precious Flora is choking on the dirt. You failed them all.” Leo’s voice was low, trembling with rage. “You will pay for this.” Valen chuckled darkly. “Maybe. But not tonight.” He lifted his hand again. Two soldiers dragged forward a heavy wooden bucket. It sloshed loudly. When they tipped it, cold water spilled all over Leo, soaking his shirt, his ropes, the ground beneath him. Valen reached into the fire pit once more. This time he pulled out a fresh iron rod, glowing white-hot. He lifted it slowly, enjoying

my mother says as the four of us gently lay our hands on Petal. "Thank you," I say as I close my eyes and let myself feel. My strongest Guardian gift is intuition. The others, other than my mother, each have a different gift that they excel in. Leana’s is aura and Emlyn’s is hearing. I could use Malin right now, since hers is healing. “Chloroform,” my mother says softly. “Why is it affecting her so strongly?” Elias asks quietly. I’m not looking at him, but I can feel him standing beside me. He trusts me and my family to treat his mate.

“I don’t care how hard it is. I want Elias back. I want Bain’s house burned.” Her father exhaled slowly. “You abandoned that boy. Killed his father. And now you want to use him as a weapon? You disgust me.” “I’ll do what I want,” Valeria hissed. “And you’ll help me. You owe me that much.” But what Valeria didn’t know—what none of them did—was that every village, every hunter, every shepherd, and every wolf-whisperer across the Pyrenees was loyal to Vulture. The moment any stranger so much as coughed, it was whispered across mountaintops.