Hearing Freya's name, Nebra reacted; her hands grabbing Nelly by the collar and pinning her against the wall. "Are you trying to tell me Freya Armstrong is in danger because of your fellow witches?" She asked aggressively. Nelly sighed, holding up her hands to show she wasn't going to resist or do anything tricky. "I don't know the details, but from the little I've gathered, it seems Braeden Vause made a deal with the witches just before he was killed." "What does he have to do with Freya Armstrong?" Nebra asked slowly, her pupils dilating in realization as she already guessed what Nelly was about to say. "The look in your eyes doesn't seem to be that of curiosity. Thankfully, I got my hands on you first, otherwise, the people who also connected the dots, would've bombed what your kind calls the Council in search of Braeden's offspring." Nelly responded and smacked her lips together. "Now get your hands off me." Nebra clenched her jaw for a moment before she obliged and stepped
Freya shivered in cold as soon as she walked into the pharmacy. She knew she weather was cold, but the cold seemed to have amplified as soon as she walked in.She wrapped both arms around her body, rubbing her frozen fingers on her body as she glanced around in search of the source of the cold. "Good day, ma'am. How may we help you?" A polite voice asked.Freya froze for a moment, then slowly shifted her eyes towards the direction of the voice The girl, who seemed to be the same age with Freya, was on the other side of the counter. Freya calculated it'd take her a few minutes to chase after her once she took off with the med kit. "I need a med kit and if possible, a fresh set of clothes." She responded, returning the girl's smile. "Just walk down this way you'd come across a shelf." The girl said, pointing towards a section of the pharmacy. "Thank you."As Freya walked towards the direction she was pointed to, she couldn't help but notice there were a lot of customers looking at
"You won't ask me why I left you at the pharmacy?" Sarah inquired just minutes after Freya had meticulously cleaned and dressed her bullet wound."No," Freya replied in a calm tone as she efficiently returned the items she had used back to the medical kit."If you weren't an omega, you would've died. Are you telling me you're not angry with me that I left you to die?" Sarah couldn't help but scoff in anger. "I'm not," Freya affirmed resolutely, her gaze unwavering as she locked the medical kit. They had sought refuge in the dimly lit alley in the street after that of the pharmacy's and thanks to the encroaching darkness, the number of people passing through the valley had significantly decreased, shielding them from prying eyes. Freya gently placed the kit in the sheltered nook of the alley and rose, stretching her body to get rid of its stiffness after sitting in one place for thirty minutes. Sarah stood as well and approached her, concern subconsciously etching her features. "Is
The Council The chattering within the auditorium slowly stopped as Cleopatra climbed the podium. "I'm aware that many of you have heard the news." She began and scanned their faces before continuing, "Which is why I'm here to clarify you. Yes, werewolf hunters seem to have returned." "Is it true that they got the Combat Tournament winners? That they are likely to be dead?" "I also heard it happened just two forests away. If something like that can happen so close to the Council without anyone realizing on time, doesn't that mean the Council is no longer safe to stay in?" "Why weren't we informed when this happened? How many things are you keeping from us?" The crowd clamoured, each person raising his voice to ask his question and soon, chaos erupted. Hercules who was standing by the side had to step forward to calm them. "If she didn't have a solution to the present problem, she wouldn't be inform you about it. So calm down and listen to her!" The people found sense in what h
Rose gazed intently at Cleopatra, her eyes lingering on her for what felt like an eternity. Then, with deliberate slowness, she shifted her attention to the wall behind Cleopatra."I know what you're doing," she finally broke the silence, her voice dripping with a mixture of anger and taunting. Cleopatra's surprise was obvious as she asked, "What am I doing?"Rose's lips curled into a sardonic smile, "Using guilt to trap me? What are you going to say next? Mention my first mate that I couldn't save, then go on rambling about how Sarah will face the same fate sooner or later if I don't help you stabilize the Council. That's an old trick, Cleopatra. Learn a new one."A faint twitch at the corners of Cleopatra's lips betrayed her amusement. "Well, someone seems to be soaked up in guilt."Recalling how Rose lost her mate, Cleopatra wiped the smile off her face and said seriously, "I was going to ask you how you think Sarah will feel when she returns and finds out you did nothing to help
Nebra came to a sudden halt. Her eyes followed the witch's gaze, but her view was abruptly blocked by the appearance of a pack warrior who seemed to materialize out of thin air, effectively obscuring Hezell from her sight.She watched the man grab Hezell and forcefully push him in a different direction. The man accompanying Nebra furrowed his brow and voiced his confusion, "That's not the way to the dungeon. They are not going to the dungeon."Nebra mirrored his frown, "Then where are they going?"The witch, deep in thought, finally spoke, his words measured and laden with uncertainty. "Two possibilities. Either the new Alpha intends to obliterate the legacy of the former Alpha, starting with the man revered as the former Alpha's greatest achievement. Or, perhaps, the location of the dungeon has been altered.""No, that can't be. I must speak to Hezell before anything happens to him," said Nebra. She attempted to move towards the direction Hezell had been led, but the man accompanying
"I don't like this uniform. It's way too short," Freya grumbled, tugging at the restaurant uniform she and Sarah had been given.Leaning nonchalantly against a wall, Sarah observed Freya's ongoing struggle with her skirt. The uniform consisted of a collared black blouse paired with a skirt that barely reached past Freya's thighs. On the table nearby, there were three pens—black, red, and blue.While Freya was a server, Sarah wore the same uniform with an additional apron tied around her waist, equipped with convenient pockets—she had been assigned to the kitchen as an assistant chef. They both sported comfortable black closed-toe shoes."No matter how much you pull it, it won't magically get longer," Sarah sighed, pushing away from the wall. She picked up two neckties from the table and handed one to Freya. "We've already spent enough time changing. Let's not risk getting fired before our first shift, okay?"Freya reluctantly let go of her skirt and accepted the necktie. She wrapped i
Freya batted her eyelids a couple of times before she walked to the door, opened it, peeped outside, then locked it again. "What do you mean by they might be leading a group of werewolf hunters?" She retorted, her brain temporarily shutting down at the thought that she had been at such close proximity with the people who almost killed her a few days ago. Sarah hurried towards Freya and shook her by the shoulder, "Don't fucking shut down on me!" "I'm not. I'm not." Freya responded faintly, her eyes moving around in panic before she met Sarah's eyes. "They seemed civilized and important people amongst the humans." "If there's anything I've learnt from our few days of being here, it's that the humans are also submissive to anyone with power. Take a look at how our manager reacted simply because he thought you had chased an important customer." Sarah stated, "And because of this power they seem to hold, I believe that's why they can do things like hunt and kill us without facing any r