The Council"No!" Hezell hissed as he jerked up from the bed. His hands immediately went to his abdomen where he had been stabbed. "Look who's up." He heard someone yawn lazily behind him and turned to see who it was. "Rose." He called out, recognizing her from one of..."Yeah. Sarah did say something about you magically knowing who everyone is. So I guess I shouldn't be surprised you know who I am too." She shrugged and got up. "I need to speak to speak with someone. Cleopatra maybe." He shook his head and tried to get off the bed, but realized he couldn't. He glanced at his free hands, then at the floor where he expected to see a white circle, but saw nothing. "I'm guessing you do not know everything then." Rose said when she realized he didn't know how he was being kept to the bed. "No, you don't understand, Rose. I need to speak with someone. This is about Freya and very important." Hezell exhaled heavily, turning his eyes to her. "What happened to Freya?" Cleopatra asked a
"Father?" Cheyenne feigned surprise, entering the living room with Jeremiah.The middle-aged man, Jerome Nichols, clad in all white with a cap perched on his head, turned towards his daughter.He had various security companies across the globe that specialized in safeguarding politicians and very important persons. However, his primary business involved hunting mystical creatures and selling their claws and fangs as rare artifacts, especially focusing on werewolves due to the deadly poison that came from their claws and fangs.He had even managed to sway the government and many into believing his actions were for the greater good as Werewolves posed a threat to their lives."Cheyenne," he greeted in a dispassionate tone.His lack of warmth didn't surprise her; she was accustomed to it."Why are your men tearing my house apart?" Cheyenne inquired, approaching him."For your safety," Jerome replied curtly, not sparing her a second glance."You can't barge into my home and claim it's fo
"He kept insisting he wants to see you," Hercules said as he pushed Hezell into Cleopatra's office.Cleopatra paused, setting aside the report in her hand. She rubbed her eyes, then looked up at the intruders."It must be traumatizing, going from captivity for 19 long years to freedom for just three days, only to be captured again," she said dispassionately, studying him closely.Hezell's hand found its way to his neck, where he uncomfortably tugged at the invisible collar."The witches ban black magic because it's dangerous, not just for the user but for everyone around them," he muttered, locking eyes with her. "You should get Syren to remove it.""Sarah informed me about the 400 members of the Blackwood Pack you massacred. If it weren't for your connection to the Vause family, I'd have ordered your execution the moment you came into my custody," Cleopatra said, her expression hardening."My father and Braeden Vause were close, but not everyone approved of their friendship. In all h
With Cleopatra's assurance that she was taking care of the captured teenage werewolves problem and the Werewolf Hunters, most of the Council residents gradually began to relax and return to their daily routines.Mariah stepped into the corridor leading to the kitchen and intercepted a girl walking out of it wheeling a food cart. She was holding a glass of orange juice as she walked towards the girl. And acting like she didn't see her, she bumped into the girl, spilling the orange juice all over the girl's white top. "I'm so sorry." She immediately apologized, dropping the glass on the floor and helping her to pat away the orange juice, but her help did nothing but make the situation worse. "It's no use," the girl muttered, her expression tight with irritation from the unexpected encounter. However, her annoyance disappeared when she looked up and recognized Mariah. "Mariah Armstrong?""Yeah, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking," Mariah offered a sheepish apology, pressing her lips together
Mariah stood rooted to the spot in trepidation as a thousand and one thoughts ran through her mind. She clenched and unclenched her fists numerous times in order not to freak out. Keeping the nervousness off her face, she glanced at Sawyer briefly before leaving with the Council guard. She slowly pushed the food trolley towards Cleopatra's office. When she got there, she left it behind and walked towards the door.She knocked once and heard a hum of approval before turning the doorknob and walking in. "You asked for me, ma'am?" She exhaled lightly, sinking her nails into her palm. Cleopatra smelt the blood and dropped the paper she held before looking up at Mariah. "Mariah Armstrong." She said the name with a blank look. "Yes, ma'am. I'm Freya Armstrong's sister." Mariah quickly nodded with a light smile. She couldn't deny the fact mentioning Freya's name had saved her more than once from some problems. The corners of Cleopatra's lips spasmed upon hearing her. Now that she thou
Steele and Neon got to the Human City in two hours, an earlier faster than Neon planned. The two hadn't said a word to each other since they left the Council and with their eyes fixed outside the windows, they didn't look like they'd be speaking with each other any time soon. Neon led him to a nearby garage where she handed a man there some money and took a car key. The man opened the garage's gate to reveal numerous luxurious cars. The headlight of a Lamborghini flashed twice as Neon got close to it. She got into the driver's seat anf Steele got in after her. She opened a compartment in the car and took out a cellphone. As soon as she turned it on, she immediately went to Google and searched the name 'Cheyenne Nichols'. "Cheyenne Nichols is still here in the Human City. But no one knows her whereabout. But her driver has been Jerome Nichols' driver for the past few days." She scoffed after three minutes of scouring the net. "Some people say she's taking a break from everything
Cheyenne hadn't gotten far when she heard some voices."The cabin isn't far from here. We should go on foot otherwise she'd hear us coming.""Let's hurry. Mr. Nichols said to bring her back before he leaves. He doesn't want her thrashing the auction like the last time.""If she was around here, then she'd have already heard you two. Idiots!"It was getting late, and fewer people were passing the alley leading up to the woods where the cabin was located.Cheyenne looked ahead of her and saw the three shadows hurrying towards the cabin and quickly hid behind a trashcan.She waited with bated breath for them to pass. But how could she have known the trashcan was empty as she rested too hard on it and it fell over, attracting the attention of the men.They quickly took out their flashlights and flashed it towards her direction."Don't let her out of here!" One out of the three men yelled and rushed towards her.Cheyenne quickly got up and contemplated what to do. She couldn't run back to
The Council.A moan escaped Sarah's lips as Rose had her head in-between her legs. "Mmm...Ah...I can't.." Were words Sarah repeated over and over again in ecstacy until Rose lifted her head and fell beside her on the bed. She had a small smile on her face as she stared at the ceiling. "I'm glad the Werewolf Hunters didn't take you." "They almost did." Sarah retorted through bated breaths. "Freya heard them coming and had us hide behind a tree." "Freya?" Rose mused, her smile broadening as she propped up herself with one hand. "I didn't think you two were on talking terms." Turning to her side, Sarah chuckled. "We weren't. But we settled our differences when we were forced to rely on ourselves." "Makes sense." Rose shrugged lightly and touched Sarah's face gently. "I'm really happy you returned to me safe and sound." "I told you I would, didn't I?" Sarah exhaled in relaxation and snuggled up to her. They stayed in that position for a few minutes before Rose recalled something.