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"I know, the pack is second to none and you are obligated to that but right now…" "I don't have the moon stone" Jordan cut him short. "Then ask her" He turned to Willow.. She looked up at Jordan who didn't spare her a glance. His only focus was Leviathan. "Wake up! Rowan!" Jordan telepathically communicated to Rowan. "You piece of shit! Fucking wake up! This is the alpha of the Storm Riders, we need your help!" "Where is it Willow?" Leviathan asked. "Tell him" "Rowan! Wake up!"

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

The Onyx wolf surged to the surface, a dark force that wrapped itself around her like a cloak. And in that moment, Serena understood. She wasn’t the key to their plans. She was the storm that would tear it all down.

She felt as if she had found a kindred spirit. After all, she was similarly bloodthirsty and warlike when her Wyvernborne lineage was awakened. Maxwell, with a peculiar glint in his eyes, stared directly at Ashton before saying with a smile, "Ashton can withstand my pressure through sheer will alone—he is certainly something else. "It makes sense why Lawrence values him so much. It is unfortunate he is with the Legion rather than the Dominion Vanguard; otherwise, he would have been a fine recruit." "Do you intend to kill him, Mr. Lademan?" Leona asked while batting her eyes. Her red dress swayed in the darkness like a stunning jewel in the dark that commanded everyone's attention.

Storm didn’t even raise his head and asked, “Are you here to take over from me?” His best friend, Owen Wells, smiled and replied, “I am a lawyer. What do I know about the entertainment industry?” When Storm and Owen were on a school excursion, Owen nearly drowned, but Storm saved him. When Mr Orlando Wells heard the news, he nearly had a stroke. He loved his son, Owen, so dearly. To thank Storm for saving his son, Mr Wells took Storm under his wing and made him his godson. After high school, Owen studied law and Storm studied medicine. Owen was the best in the industry. Storm was a gifted Neurosurgeon. They were both very handsome, but Storm was more outstanding.

Leila said, as she moved closer to him. Orion swallowed hard. “I haven’t seen her before.” He said, pointing his finger at me. Leila chuckled. “Yeah, you probably haven’t seen her before. She is Selene.” “Selene?” Orion repeated. Leila nodded. He gestured his hand forward for a handshake. “I am Orion, the alpha of Storm Weil pack.” He said, his voice deep and husky. Leila interrupted. “Orion.” She said, her voice sweet and soft.

Antony asked in an undertone as he scanned his surroundings warily. Paxton narrowed his eyes a bit and shook his head. “Not yet.” “Not yet”—that was the clue hinting at the man of their nightmares probably appearing any second from now. Paxton just had not sniffed Caelum out yet. His anxieties intensified. If Paxton could not sense him while Caelum was already here, that would mean Paxton was inferior to the nation’s worst enemy! “Zayn Larson!” Ezra thundered, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “Don’t oversell yourself. Raiden Storm is the Southern Highlord. Killing him is a direct declaration of war. You won’t survive what comes after.”

His thoughts swirled like the mists of centuries past, contemplating his next move in the eternal chess game of power and survival. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned Kon, his fearsome companion, a Jaguar which has proved his loyalty . Kon, once an ordinary jaguar until subjected to dark experiments, had become a creature of unparalleled stealth and ferocity. He admired the beast's loyalty and efficiency, qualities he would now require for a delicate mission. "Kon," Levon’s voice was low and commanding, resonating with centuries of authority, "We have a task at hand. I want you to retrieve Storm from the hands of the Lycan.”

That would be troublesome. Old Hagstorm was well aware of that. However, he had no other choice. He smiled wryly and said, “If you can find a better way, I’ll refrain from using the Sanguis Blade to suppress the demon snake’s power inside Luna.” Old Ophis shook his head with a bitter smile. If he had a way, he would not have called Old Hagstorm out alone. As they discussed, a figure walked over from a distance. The person walked quickly with a hint of anger, as if the words ‘do not disturb’ were written all over his face. It was none other than the Medicine Sect Master, Wade Klein.

“Thank you for the compliment. I’m Leah. And you must be from the Blackwell clan?” The man stood and reached out a hand to her, which she reluctantly shook. “Yes. I’m Theodore Blackwell. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Leah sat down on the sofa next to her father facing Theo and assessed him. He seemed nice enough, but would he be strong enough in the future to stand by her side when she eventually took over the Sullivan clan. Leah doubted it. The man may be kind of charming, but charm didn’t win fights. If her clan were ever to be attacked in the future, Leah didn’t think she would be able to depend on him to have her back.