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Maybe it is because the Luna shouldn't land on her face. The night is pretty bright. I think I am lucky that it isn't chilly or I would he freezing in this light top and pants. I manage to keep up until we reach the front of the castle. There are only wolves around. There isn't anyone in their human forms. They stand in form of a circle around two strong big wolves fighting in the centre. One is black and one is gray. That must be Jace and Dwayne. I can't even tell who is who.

Meanwhile, miles behind them, the desolate neutral wilderness between the two kingdoms was bearing witness to a living nightmare. The monstrous, midnight-black wolf form of Dominic was tearing through the forest as a demon escaped from the underworld. He was running on pure, psychotic adrenaline, his massive paws shredding the earth, throwing up chunks of dirt and shattered ice with every bound. His chest heaved violently, his lungs burning, but his unhinged mind felt absolutely no fatigue.

“I want you here by evening. Use the teleportation gate if you have to.” Ryker was my best friend who had clawed his way, using his skill and power to attain the title of my second in command. But sometimes, I just wanted to shove him off a cliff for being so goddamn lazy. “Come on, Dom. Ravenshire? That place is crawling with rogue packs and sleazy humans. Can’t we just send scouts?” “No.” I leaned my head back against the seat. “I think I have a lead on the witch, but I need another pair of eyes.”

Yandor’s command cut through the mouse prince’s warning as he strutted right into my shadows without a moment of hesitation. The pressure of his aura sliced through my shadows with his every step. The holy rain just suppressed the demonic powers for around thirty-three minutes, but the divine dome was something no demon could survive easily, no matter how strong they were. Right now… he wanted to destroy the demon lords who, according to him, had tainted his blood, and he wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it. He wouldn’t waste a second on trivial things like a conversation. The only time he might use to talk would be until the creation of the divine dome was complete.

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

Over the next few weeks, the VR became my secret obsession. By day, I was the dutiful daughter, classes online, helping Mom with dinner, nodding along to Dad's lectures about focus and responsibility. But every night, after they went to bed, I'd lock my door, slip on the headset, and step into Dominic's world.

He paused, raising his head to look into my eyes. "Mate," he whispered. I didn't understand him, but I felt it. He was asserting dominance.

"No. I messed up. Completely. Until now I've been playing submissive by his rules. But if I want to beat him, I need to change the game entirely." "You sound like a secret agent. And how exactly are you planning to do that?" "He thrives on control. I'm going to make him lose it. Completely." Greta looked at me, half confused, half entertained. "You know I'm on your side, but honestly? Burning him down sounds easier." I laughed. "You're so dramatic." She stayed with me until late evening. We watched horror movies and ate an obscene amount of junk food. We put the subject of Axel aside for the night, and I was grateful. I wouldn't have survived another conversation about him.

So he’s an Italian, huh? Giordano nodded, “Like what you’ve said... Still the same. Europe is in my control.” Adam stood up. He went to where the alcohol is while I am just wandering around, fascinated with unique books and literature. My eyes went on the specific. It was called The Doctor by Nikki Sloane. I arched my eyebrows, thinking the owner of this book is probably reading Nikki Sloane’s story. “When are you going back to Italy?”

“Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!” Rokan Allegro took a few steps forward and patted Linda on the shoulder once with understanding. “Don't worry, Mrs. Alexander. We've sent a select group of witches over there. We will never let Sacred Wolvire fall into Hugo's hands, I promise.” “But they will still be late!” Aryadi interrupted loudly from where he was sitting. Rokan Allegro raised his hand as if he was going to stop something. “They used Body Transfer to go there. It will only take five hours. Pretty quicker than if a vampire or shifter darted over there.”