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Gerri said, placing it on the table next to Liv’s plate. Why didn’t she take it? She should put it in her handbag. Someone would eventually need it. “You’re welcome.” She bit into the second cookie. Aurelis brought coffee for Gerri and a plate with chocolate-covered cream puffs. “A paranormal dating agency, huh?” Gerri grinned, her blue eyes twinkling with humor. “Yes. You have heard of shifters, right?”

Still, at least Shadowbird had finally sent my stuff. When I got to the gate, I saw a delivery van with a random logo on it. And there she was—Shadowbird—dressed like a delivery person. Her hair was tucked under a cap, and she looked totally different. If I wasn’t trained to notice people in disguise, I might’ve missed her. “Sign here, please,” she said in a bored voice, holding out a clipboard. But her eyes told me something else: Play along. “Thanks so much for bringing this!” I said all cheerful for the guards nearby. “I’ve been waiting forever for my things!”

She is the foster daughter of the great master Thompson! They could be in literal danger if they will mess up with her. If they come up to do anything to her then they will have to face the heavy consequences, of not only losing their jobs at first but also being ending up behind the bars. "She could get us jailed!" Me.Gabrio showed his discomfort towards the idea of committing such a crime towards Sylendra, meanwhile Mr.Fern on the round seemed like he had something on his mind going up already. Too confident was Mr.Fern as when he spoke next.

I asked again. He stopped sipping coffee and looked at me. “You’re making me worried, Ethan. What exactly happened between you and Izobel? Did you two break up? You seemed to be in shock?” “Nolan, have you ever heard of The Lightning Shadow Pack? The Sky Guardians?” I asked again, looking blankly into space. In between us, while I trained more in the use of weapons, Nolan spent time in the library, reading and investigating about the council.

’ Lora snapped as she took out a tray of freshly baked muffins from the oven ‘You know what, only a fool waste time on split milk.’ James scoffed as he cut her “Excuse me? Are you referring to me as split milk?’ Lora shouted angrily ‘This is the spilt milk I am referring to, here, see for yourself.’ James jeered as he threw the envelope of pictures on the table, ‘I can’t wait to hear how proud you are that your efforts have paid off so far.’ Lora walked to the table with a frown on her face, she took the envelope and empted the contents on the table. She felt like someone had suddenly cut off her ventilation as she found herself gasping in shock

she tried to lighten the mood by asking it as a half-joke. "Not certain," Paoli returned in the same light manner, as though they were discussing nothing more important than the weather. "But it could be," William hesitated, "let's just say unpleasant." His tone lacked the lightness of the others. "The Coven isn't exactly known for their leniency. An order was given, and they expected it to be followed. This is the first time I've ever failed to follow an order. We really don't know what to expect," he said.

A few days passed by as Zack recovered his strength at the packhouse. The Beta of the Shadow Pack—Xavier—had noticed that Zack was being relentless. Therefore, he offered Zack to be on the lumber delivery services that needed his strength to deliver the lumber to the locals that Shadow Pack traded with.

"About time you woke up. We have a busy day ahead." James grunted and filled his cup with coffee. "What's on the agenda?" Hawk spun her laptop around. "Take a gander at this." James leaned in with big eyes as he scrolled through the screen. It was an email from some mysterious name, claiming to have inside information on the Shadow Council. "Is this legit?" James exclaimed, his interest truly woken. Hawk shrugged. "Might be. Might be a trap, though. Still, it's the best lead we've got right now."

"Additional documentation remains under your supervision with accountability extending beyond current circumstances regarding future preservation without unauthorized destruction." None attempted preventing his departure, professional assessment recognizing operational futility beyond theological assurance. The Shadow Knight exited repository with extracted documentation secured within transformed essence beyond physical limitation. Midnight armour flowed around concealed records with protective purpose as constellation patterns shifted within his form, forgotten souls maintaining vigilant determination regarding preserved evidence against institutional corruption. Outside, capital streets h

Sweat trickles down my back, and suspicion fills my mind. “I don’t know. She was affected by it, she didn’t want to talk about it, because it was really…” “Mars, I’m pretty sure the moon goddess is the shadow god’s mother. I’ve read and researched about this a lot. Not just now, but before he even showed up here. I don’t know why whoever told you about it left out that part, but if you see them gain, ask who the mother is, or you can ask your mate himself.” He puts one hand on my shoulder. “I’m gonna go get the drinks from King and get one for myself. Stay put until I get back, don’t want you mistakenly falling into the river again.”