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Freya looked at Persephone who was done with her side as well, clearing one of the guards with smoothness, panting as they turned to Tristan and others. “Your turn now.” Persephone smirked, motioning to them to go now and clear their wave of cerberus and open the path towards Katastrofi. “Can you fight as well?” Kriss asked worriedly, turning to Juniper, noticing her injured leg. “I’d be fine. Don’t mock me.” She smirked, resting her mace on her shoulder, stretching her arms to fight with everyone and deal with those hounds. “Good luck and take care.” Kriss said sincerely with a heartwarming smile which made her blush a little. No one said anything to their partner but Kriss did which made h

Especially her mate. "Did they kidnap us. I found this guy tied up here. Something is happening here. I won't sit and wait to be killed. Let's go," she quickly takes Casper's hand to pull him up, and a loud growl from Zane causes her to release a scream. "What should we do?" Justin whispers to his father, and he sighs dejectedly. Right now she doesn't know them. Not even her mate. This is the distraction they needed.

The number of men in our pack had been reduced to just thirteen. We had lost most of them in the battle, and the rest were still struggling to recover. Their wounds, like everything else, had been tended to by Mehan. Maybe that was why she had been so sour lately. There was simply too much to do, and here I was, playing the Luna. The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. Because the truth was, I was utterly useless in a situation like this. I had no healing gift. No great strength. No knowledge that could help rebuild what we had lost. The others fought. Mehan healed; Alaric led. And me?

Zeda asked, her voice frantic. “They can’t do anything unless they want to join the fight. Vyr will immediately face Torvin, Adrian and Lucian too, then the mages and werewolves and vampires could start fighting each other,” Carrie explained. “So, no. Only Mr. Percival or probably Mrs. Amelia could talk sense into these two right now.” “Then someone should call them! Why is everyone just watching like they’re enjoying a movie?” Zeda was beyond frustrated. “This is the first time two princes are fighting each other physically, so it’s a sight for everyone,” Carrie gave a resigned sigh.

Lucas gritted his teeth. “What do you mean? Lord Evandor is the one who stopped and punished Theodore’s men who attacked your father and his wolves that day!” was Percy’s furious reply. “Hmm? You want me to believe that?” Lucas replied with an arrogant scoff. Percy couldn’t take mockery of the teenager about his lord. So, he moved towards him with anger to teach him a good lesson that his generations will remember. “You little…” Percy roared. Luke immediately hid Lucas behind him, ready to fight with Percy.

She pushes aside the lachrymose effect of Matilda’s execution and throws herself deeper into the fray, her movements driven by an inexorable rage. Across the battlefield, Dr. Percy fights with the desperation of a man battling his own ghosts. His eyes dart to William at every opportunity, a flicker of his lost love haunting his gaze. "You took everything from me!" he growls, his fangs bared as he plunges a silver dagger into a pure-blood’s chest. "This ends tonight!"

If Percival chose to turn his attention elsewhere, he would face the consequences. With her hackles raised and ears pinned back, she lunged at him in a fury. But Percival was quick on his feet, dodging her attack with ease. They faced off, engaging in a fierce battle where their teeth clashed and snapped from all directions. Eventually, she landed a solid hit on his nose, leaving a deep cut that made him yelp in pain.

I wasn't the type to eavesdrop on any conversation, but my curiosity wouldn't leave me be, so I applied my acute hearing to overhear the ladies' conversation. "Well, we should stop arguing about it if you won't listen, "the one in the flowing gown says. "He will never allow you out of this vicinity. We all know how strict our Alpha is. My breath caught in my throat when I realized they were having a conversation about Henry . I stilled myself to hear their words clearly. "I know, but... if I can speak to him, I'm sure he will listen." I heard the other one in Jean retort, "I prayed he would open the gate and let me go."

Unless… unless she had truly lost all hope. "Zephyr, what’s wrong? You look awful," Chloe said, touching my forehead with concern. I pushed her hand away. My mind raced, replaying everything about Elysia tonight that felt off. Her calm. Her submission. The strange, flat way she’d said "Okay." And that one line... "You told me to crush a crystal. I'm fine." No. Something was very, very wrong. She always fought back. She’d question me, argue, demand I make a choice.

"You…" Percy’s face twisted with frustration, stunned she’d humiliated him so directly. "Fine. You win." Clenching his jaw, he turned and walked away. This time, he was going to make it. He’d rise again and prove to Stellar just how wrong she’d been to dismiss him. With that thought burning in his chest, Percy forced himself back to the pawn shop and handed over the heirloom—this time, for a long-term loan. … Stellar didn’t give the encounter another thought.