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Romare has the lord’s sons. It took nearly twenty quick minutes before both Ivory and Valyn fought to a standstill. Both stare each other down and pant like they have been fighting as long lost rivels instead of enemies. “You’re pretty good for a dwarf.” Ivory cracks a smile from the compliment and retorts with her own. “You are decent for a man.” Both are about to clash iron once more, but Scar stops this. A giant great ax blocks their attack from even farther decent. The ax ignites with that same current of power that the hydralisk guard has however he is different. Now, neither of them could move their weapons. “Stop this at once.” Scar demands. “Now where the fuck is our tribute?” Ivory

Tight—sharp and perfect like they were shaped by someone who knew exactly what temptation was. His short dark hair was damp and messy from the shower, and the way the water trickled down his torso made my mouth go dry. Dammit. I wanted more of him. Again—right now. He didn’t wear the mask anymore. I could see his full face now—the scars that marked his left side, and the perfection of the right. But to me? They weren’t even that bad. Not when he looked like this. Not when I could finally see all of him. I loved his scars just as much as I loved everything else.

After Ares left, I fell asleep with my fingers on the blood that was on the picture and I saw him but he wasn't alone this time. "I saw her MinT. All grown with her white hair and blue eyes." He said to the person in front of him. "Did she have the scar?" MinT questioned. The strange man looked at him like he was crazy. "of course she had the scar you dumbass. I, Kojune, am never wrong. I just need more time and then we'll strike. When we do, her Vampire Alpha won't be able to save her." Kojune said with a sneer on his face. "And why's that?"MinT asked looking even more clueless. "Because then I would have the potion th-" Kojune was saying before he turned to his right.

Otuoke hissed, smiling into his face. Alpha Otuoke’s hand morphed, and long claws formed on his paws. Scar growled as He ran his claws around his face. Otuoke cackled, his eyes twinkling. He ran his claws down to Scar’s chest and pulled down strongly, tearing both his cloth and skin. Scar held back any sign of the pain he felt, staring directly into Otuoke’s eyes who held his gaze as he continued, soon tearing down to even his trousers and leaving him stark naked. Even Reno went mute and still, simply howling in his head.

Unlike his first wolf, who was calm and gentle with a blue hue, Scar was aggressive and dominant. Liam struggled to keep Scar's aggressive tendencies in check, especially when it came to matters of having a mate. Scar viewed having a mate as a sign of weakness and sought to assert dominance rather than foster a bond of companionship. When faced with Hannah, Liam found himself at a loss. Scar's presence made it difficult for him to confront her, as he feared he might inadvertently cause her harm. In light of this internal conflict, Liam made the difficult decision to distance himself from Hannah. He believed that by staying away from her, he could prevent any potential harm or hurt that Scar

Kaels POV The smart thing would have been to move. I didn't. I stood there, blade still in my hand, and just — looked at him. Like my body had decided on its own that this particular moment needed a second. Luca. He looked older. The scar I remembered being fresh was healed now, pale and permanent against his jaw. He had our father's eyes, the same shape, the same color. Right now they were fixated on me with hatred. What exactly had I done to him?

I touched her scar carefully with my index finger. “There is nothing that could ruin your face. It’s perfect. You look cool, like Jason Mamoa or Charlie Puth. You have a scar that other people shave into their eyebrows, so they can pretend it’s real. Don’t worry, Kate. You still look like you and you are still beautiful.” Kate looked up at me with her big chocolate eyes and I started to look down at her mouth. That perfect little heart shaped upper lip. I licked my lips and my head instinctively moved towards hers.

But some instinct drove me forward. In a hidden forest clearing, he finally stopped, his back to me. "Turn around," I commanded, my voice trembling more than I expected. He slowly turned and removed his hood. In the moonlight, the familiar yet strange face made me gasp. It was Kaelen, but not entirely the Kaelen I remembered. His hair was shorter, a beard covered half his face, and his eyes were filled with exhaustion and alertness. The most noticeable change was a new scar, running from the corner of his left eye to his jaw.

“Another round.” A third drink is the last thing I want, but considering I just lost myself enough to let a man fondle me in public, maybe it’s what I need. Barb makes my drink first, and it gives me something to do with my mouth while I watch Kian. I didn’t notice at first, but he has a scar above his right eye that cuts through his thick eyebrow. It adds to his devil-may-care allure. “How’d you get the scar?” I ask, motioning to his eyebrow with my glass.

"We look alike now." He turns to see what I speak of. Seeing the scar on my back being compared to his, he frowns. "Is not funny," he grumbles. "I am sorry you have that. I do not want you to look like me." "No," I whisper, coming up behind him and pressing my body into his. "This scar is a part of who I am now. I am not ashamed of it. The gods work in mysterious ways…you should know that out of bad things come many good things."