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However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

“Victory to Crimson Fang! Victory to Selene!” I felt my face grow hot, blushing as the warriors around me kept shouting my name, over and over again in a chant. I turned to look for Killian, wanting to see his reaction to the war finally being finished. Killian was still standing where he had been fighting off the werecats. He sword hung loose in his hand as he stared at his pack with something akin to pride, with maybe a little disbelief. Our eyes met, just briefly, and he smiled. The moment I saw it, it was like I had been shot in the chest. I nearly looked down to make sure an arrow wasn’t sprouting out of my front, but my torso was unblemished.

CHAPTER 6 E.J saw how Prince Nathaniel's face paled hearing the news brought by the newly arrived warrior. The warrior's eyes settled at him. It was blank and empty. The eyes of someone who does bad things. The eyes lacking of any emotions. The eyes of an assasin. those eyes reminds him of the past. The past that he promised to her that he would forget, which he buried deeply with in him.

Ancient. Powerful. Terrifying. The stranger stopped several feet away. His gaze settled upon the sword in my hands. Then upon the bond glowing faintly between Kael and me. For a long moment nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The warrior finally removed his helm. Silver hair spilled across his shoulders. Scarred features emerged beneath the shadows. His eyes shone like liquid moonlight. Immortal eyes. Ancient eyes. Eyes that had witnessed the rise and fall of kingdoms. Recognition struck me instantly.

On the ear lobes she wore steel circles that left only a few inches of skin uncovered. But what struck Doreon the most were the girl's eyes. One eye was golden, like freshly melted and boiling gold, while the other was a mixture of blue and green, creating a color that Doreon had only seen in the clear water of a lake. The girl had to be a warrior, because she wore armor.

Reid's face had transformed, his eyes blazing with a fierce, contained fury. Reid's rage erupted, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly fury as he took a step closer to the warrior. His voice dropped to a menacing growl, "How dare they! How dare they take her from me!" The warrior trembled, attempting to back away, but Reid's swift movement was unstoppable. With a fluid, deadly motion, Reid's hand buried deep within the warrior's chest, and a sickening crunch echoed through the room as he ripped out the warrior's heart. The lifeless body crumpled to the floor, a macabre testament to Reid's unbridled wrath.

he kept repeating my name as he patted the back of my hair. His body was covered in blood from the warriors he had slain to reach me, but I held onto my alpha tightly. "Caesar, you came for me," I murmured softly in his strong arms, tears of joy flowing freely down my cheeks onto his shoulders, where my head rested as we embraced. "Is it true, my kitten?" His hoarse voice snapped my eyes open, and I slowly released my hands from his neck, coming face to face with him. I gasped as I stared into his eyes. They were not the serene crystal green they usually were. His eyes were all-around dark, and on top of that, his face was void of any emotions.

Emma had never actually uttered the word out loud, but the fierce denial was written clearly all over her delicate face and trembling body every single time he came near her. Her terrified green eyes always held a bright, hidden fire in them. Even though she never realized it, she was a true fighter. She had fought his dark control many times without even knowing she was doing it. Did he hate it? No. He absolutely loved it. He loved watching his feisty cat trying desperately to fight her way out of his lethal grip. But his dark grip was getting tighter and tighter by the day, and neither he nor she could possibly loosen it now. It was far too late to undo the knot.

Looking down at her like a tiger would look down at his deer hat was soon become his dinner. “Kitten,” he rasped as he crouched down before her and placed both of his elbows on either side of his knees. It would be appalling if he didn’t find the tiny little teen beautiful. Her green eyes sparkled with those tears brimming her eyes, almost making her eyes look like emeralds. She had a sharp jawline and nose. Her light and white skin highlight each and every single freckle and mole.

The wounds would heal even before they were formed and I wished with all my power that my mind could work the same way. But his image was now imprinted in my mind and it’ll stay right there until the day I die. Mate. The bloody word tasted like poison in my mouth and I tried to suppress the shudder that raked through me, but to no avail. Wide almond shaped eyes the color of topaz, with more gold than brown; they were eyes of a cat. His hair had been a dark shade of brown that appeared almost black. I could picture it in the sun, however, with a brown tint to it. It would be soft to the touch-