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His gazes were so focused on his reference that he didn't even bother to at least glance at her. Archer sat there while drawing on his sketch pad. He's way so good at hiding his emotions, all he gives off was a senseless presence. But the vibe he has been trying to show is simply direness, and that made Selah feel bothered. Despite the gloomy aura that the man has, Selah stood there trying to read every movement that Archer has been doing. His hands were gently holding the pencil as he tried to perfectly sketch the details of his reference. His fingers were so flawless that they could produce balanced shades of tinted hues onto the paper he was working on. Her eyes landed on his face, and sh

Maybe they are, maybe not. I shut my eyes and listened to the whispering of the winds. “Can you find where they have kept Diana?” Alpha Urza asked. “The basement,” Archer and I said at the same time. Archer was a copy wizard. A rare kind of wizard who could copy all kinds of wizards. In simple words, using the right wand and magical tool, Archer could easily control and extract mana from any element. He could be a light bender or a Darkian, depending on the wand and tools he used.

He ran as fast as he could until he reached the west wing of the forest and saw the hunters. He roared; anger was visible in every howl he made, which made the hunter stopped from what they were doing to someone. "The alpha king is here!" The other hunter says, shouting. Drake shifted back as he felt his body weaken due to the tingling sound of the silver weapon by the hunters. He darted his eyes at the woman wearing a white night dress. His forehead knitted as he saw Emily bathed with her blood. She had bruises and was weak. 'D-Drake. . .'

He whispered. His knees crashed with impact on the stone floor as he was back in position to try again. Breath in. Breath out. Breath In. Breath out. Scrunching his temples again he concentrated on the longing image of a wolf. A brown wolf. A wolf as brown as Archer his father's majestic brown Gamma wolf. Digging his nails into his clammy palms, instead of the claws he longed for, the crescent wounds drew out crimson liquid that ran down his palms mixing with his perspiration.

SERAPHINA The sound of metal clanging and wolves growling filled the air. Through the SUV's bulletproof windows, I could see Archer in his wolf form—a massive black wolf with amber eyes—fighting two wolves at once. Elena and Marcus had also shifted, forming a defensive perimeter around my vehicle. “Stay down, Luna!” Archer's voice echoed in the Pack's mind-link. “Reinforcements are coming!” But I could see they were overwhelmed. Fifteen against three warriors, even with Callista and Alex who had just joined from the second vehicle, the odds were still not good.

The red signifies the prisoner, the black signifies Xylah men and the white signifies our army. I use the other colors like yellow, blue, orange and brown to mark the other pack we were to attack. As I was calculating, I felt an arrow being thrown at me which I dodge, causing it to land on the wall. "Woah," I heard them mumble. When I looked, I found Dante with the arrow and I noticed it was already evening. I have been calculating this for quite a long time now. "See Gemma, even with her focus on it, she could still sense it," he said. I quickly put everything away, before standing up.

Archer took one of the plates to carry it to the opposite, placing a tray in front of him where he put that plate with pancakes next to a glass of strawberry juice. "Don't worry about that, and just eat" "Won't you eat with me?" Archer looked at the minor with surprise on his face, he didn't expect that invitation from the minor but he did not waste time and lay down next to him although he soon ended up behind Nian, hugging him and leaving his chin on one of his shoulders. "If you feed me I will do it with pleasure" He whispered that in his eat letting his hair touches his cheek slightly making Nian's skin flinch at his touch. Archer was the only alpha that leave his hair a little longer th

Alkhun alughs at his joke. Cyan shoots his arrows and a large wind suddenly blew. Cyan's attribute was wind and it fits perfectly for his chosen position, archery. By controlling the wind he could increase the power and speed of the bow. It gives him a large advantage over other archers. No wonder he was at the top of his league despite his bad usage of it. As the winds got stronger CYan concentrated on his target. The flying bird is km away. It was only normal for an archer to see that far, but for

From the new pictures he sent through, this witch and the human hacker are more to the two Royals than most females they have been with in the past. I pull out my phone and ring Archer, who picks up on the second ring "Archer!" "Hey, how you going?" "Good. What do you need, Gianna?" "I need a distraction. I was thinking maybe a couple of rogue werewolves or vampires. Do you think you can do it?" "Come on, that can be done in my sleep... They will be on the territory border within the hour." "Thank you, Archer!" A couple of hours later, my phone pings. I look at it and smile.

For a time! The temperature in the sky seemed to have risen several times at this moment! "Let's attack together!" "We must kill Zephyr Khan in one fell swoop!" A trace of icy coldness flashed past the depths of Song Shuihan's eyes as the fan in his hand transformed into numerous wind blades that erupted with an extremely shocking force of slaughter, and it shook the surrounding space to the point of whistling. His feather fan was called the Astral Wind Fan. It had already reached the level of a Secondary Divine Artifact and could release extremely sharp wind blades. Its power could be said to be world shocking.