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As he reached the virtual shop, he saw a person in suit walking directly towards where he stood. “He probably set his implant to notify him, when I came online.” He silently thought as he straightened up to meet his prospective buyer. “Good day, Mr. Weapon Collector.” The man greeted with a smile. “Good day sir,” he greeted the man back, without much emotion in his tone. He changed his name to Weapon Collector the other day, to avoid unfortunate circumstances where his customers will try to rob him directly, after knowing his identity. “I received a notification that you are interest in 2 of my stuff, I came as soon as I can.” He didn’t bother beating around the bush, as he got to the point.

"Stan, this guy's clearly just another one of Susanne's admirers. Since she wouldn't give him the time of day, he's come here to make trouble." "Susanne has been with you for so long, and she only has eyes for you. So, there's no way she would be with anyone else." Stanley's underlings chimed in one after another, their flattering words drawing a pleased smile from Stanley. "How dare a homewrecker come here and make a scene? I'd advise you to be smart and get lost!" The word "homewrecker" struck a particularly harsh chord, and I let out a disdainful scoff.

Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever. “Any plans to retire, Raffi?” the keeper joked. That joke, however, was not plausible for the men who I beat in this competition. “No plans to retire, just beat me if you can.” I shrugged and raise the pint of beer that was given to me by the keeper. The prize is 300 gold and that alone is a motivation for me to win. I need a good amount of money to buy a new spear, arrow, and knives for hunting. “As expected from the family of Ambrose!” Everyone clapped except my cousin Rendall and some of his age and gender-like species.

The battle is won, but looking at the silver scars covering my side, I know the war has just begun. "Your Highness!" A guard approaches. "We found something in Margaret's car. Documents. Plans." Byrde takes the papers, his face paling as he reads. "This isn't over. Marcus and Margaret were working for someone else. Someone called 'The Collector.'" "The Collector?" I repeat. "According to this, he collects rare wolves. Wolves with special abilities." He looks at me, fear in his eyes. "And Margaret sent him information about you. About a silver wolf who survived concentrated wolfsbane."

I don't like the thought of someone here spying on us, but I trust Eric to figure it out. "We'll be there later today. Are you going to call Joel and see where he is so you can connect with them? From what I understand, their group is growing. He even said they found a she-wolf from the pack, the Mystic Moonlighters, and she has some incredible magic. I think he's a little scared of her. She's Teegan's brother's mate." I can't believe they found a wolf from the Mystic Moonlighters. They were one of the most powerful packs in the world with their magic.

The specific ordinary alive texture of Tripicity going about its business. "The collector," she said. "What do you know about him." "Anonymous. That's standard for pre-completion acquisitions. Why are you asking about the collector." "Do you know who arranged it. Who approached you." "A representative. Very professional. Came through the gallery's normal acquisition channels, everything above board." Sol paused. "Occy. What happened at the opening. You disappeared, went dark for three days, now you're asking about the collector from what sounds like a payphone. What is going on."

"From the southern kingdoms. They passed through New Dawn. They heard the stories about the 'family on the hill' and the 'boy who heals.' They didn't see it as a curse. They saw it as an opportunity." "Opportunity for what?" Ashiel demanded. "For power," Finn said, his eyes wide. "There's a man. A lord, or a merchant prince, they weren't sure. His name is Theron. He is... a collector. Not of art, but of rare things. Magical things. He has agents everywhere. They call them 'Acquirers.'" A collector. The word made Liora's skin crawl. "The story of a child who can shape reality itself... it would be the prize of his collection," Finn finished, his voice heavy with dread.

Time: 10 PM Dress code: Formal(Tuxedos only) On the bottom was another P.S. - Come alone, or she dies. The Obsidian Estate. I knew that name. Everyone in the underworld knew that name. It belonged to a man, a faceless crime lord called The collector. No one knew his real name. The government had been trying to catch him for years, but he was like smoke. Always one step ahead. "This is a trap," Levi said unnecessarily. “You and the collector have bad blood after that failed deal so why would you get an invite if it isn't a trap?”

* *The Collected agrees to:* *- Serve The Collector in all matters relating to the acquisition and maintenance of supernatural artifacts* *- Use her bloodline, abilities, and curse fragments for The Collector's benefit* *- Obey all commands given by The Collector without question or hesitation* *- Relinquish all claims to freedom, autonomy, and personal choice* *In exchange, The Collector agrees to:* *- Release Selene Hartwell from captivity unharmed* *- Refrain from directly harming Reign Savage and his associated pack* *- Provide basic necessities for The Collected's survival* *This contract is binding upon signature and cannot be broken except by the death of The Collector or The Collecte