Diana's Present To The Werewolf Committee

Stepping out of the dungeon, Diana took off her bloody gloves and disposed of them right away.

The flickering luminance of the torches pinned on the murky walls hid the cold glint of malice beneath Diana’s eyes. Before she faced Rakiz Lemoir, the killing intent reflected in her eyes was long gone.

“How is it?” asked Diana.

“The Pandora’s Box is indeed… worth those old fools’ obsession. Whoever owns this Pandora’s Box will have something to leverage on the other packs.” Rakiz Lemoir handed Diana the box.

Accepting the inconspicuous wooden box, she stared at it as they trudged through the hallway of the dungeon. The echo of their footsteps was lost to the cries of agony and despair of the place where redemption was nothing but a pipe dream.

“Rakiz, do you have a plan?”

A sinister curve was carved at the corners of the strategist’s face. “What do you think, lass Diana?”

Mirroring his smile, Diana muttered with much delight. “Then I want the Crimson Moon Pack in our team.”

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