“Do you know her?” Cheyenne asked and pressed her lips tightly together. Landon could hear her heart slamming against her rib cage in fear and realized there was more to the story than she was letting on. “You're scared. What else are you keeping from me?” He leaned towards her reassuringly. “Her eyes. She doesn't have an iris. She only has the white, and they are bloodshot.” Cheyenne gulped down nervously. Bloodshot eyes? A familiar feeling tugged at Landon, but he was in no position to think properly nor recall where he had seen such before. “Get under the seat. We'll leave here once I'm done.” Landon exhaled and turned to leave. “You don't understand.” Cheyenne shook her head and hurriedly held on to his arm, her voice trembling as she added, “It's not safe to be in the same space as Hazel. Let's just leave here. We will be long gone before they notice.” Landon's lips slowly stretched into a smile as he placed a hand on hers. Then assured her with a gentle voice. “I'll be fi
"Dad!" Cheyenne screamed, running into the scene.Jerome's security men directed their guns toward Cheyenne, and Hazel was distracted for a second."Don't kill them. Please!" she begged, rushing to Landon, who was now on the floor, clutching Neon closely."I suspected you were with them, Cheyenne. Right from the start, you've always liked to involve yourself with werewolves. Always doing the one thing I warned you not to do." Jerome frowned a little.Cheyenne placed her ear to Landon's heart and panicked hearing his faint heartbeat. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked up at Jerome and promised, "If you let them go, I promise to be on your side from now henceforth."Jerome stared at her for a few seconds before he shifted his attention to one of his men. The man dropped his gun and advanced towards her."No! Don't touch me! If you're going to kill them, then you should as well kill me too!" Cheyenne screamed, kicking her legs in the air as she tried to escape the man's grip.U
"Nebra, Steele, and I will pay the witches a visit. You four will follow Jerome and Hazel at a safe distance. Don't engage or make yourselves noticeable," Landon laid out the plan of action once they were at the back of the van.Nebra shot Neon a warning look. "Emphasis on following them at a safe distance and not engaging.""I heard him the first time," Neon sighed and rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment."You heard me the first time in the Council. Did that stop you from assaulting Cleopatra and leaving with the crest?" Nebra raised an accusing brow.Neon bit the insides of her mouth and looked away."What if Jerome tries to kill Freya or Cheyenne?" Kourtney asked."He won't," Steele interjected. "Neither will Hazel.""I agree with him," Adley nodded and stepped forward. "For one thing, witches hate losing. It bruises their ego. And the easiest way to bring us to her is to have Freya in her custody.""And Jerome Nichols doesn't seem like one who'd let us off after attemptin
Her threat silenced Cheyenne for a moment."I don't know anything about any of them," she clenched her jaw tightly.Hazel rubbed her nose, then trailed her finger to her neck. "It will take me nothing to kill your pet. But it'll give me a certain kind of satisfaction to see your father kill it and give its heart.""You have five seconds to tell me what I want to know," she added and rhythmically began tapping her foot against the floor.Each tap aligned with the beat of Cheyenne's heart.Subconsciously, Cheyenne was counting the number of times Hazel tapped her foot against the floor, and a growing sense of unease crept over her."I met him a few days ago, and I know his name is Landon. That's the only thing I know," she finally blurted out, her eyes bulging from fear."Tell me something I don't know, Cheyenne," Hazel hissed."I swear that's all I know," Cheyenne retorted desperately. "Please don't tell my father anything.""What about the other two?" Hazel questioned further, ignorin
Human City. Jerome spent the next few hours in the laboratory while his men guarded a shaken up Cheyenne. She saw him walk back to the car while Hazel joined the Bentley in front. "Those are werewolves, aren't they?" Cheyenne swallowed, her eyes pinned on the tanks. Jerome followed her eyes until it settled on the tanks. Then he turned his eyes back to her. "They're not dead, Cheyenne." He assured, fastening his seatbelt. "They aren't, but they will be." Cheyenne scoffed, her accusing eyes resting on him. Jerome was about to respond when his phone rang. It was a video call from his son. He answered the phone and held it up. "Dad, you won't believe what I discovered!" Lance Nichols' voice erupted as soon as the call connected. Jerome didn't share his enthusiasm. "What is that, Lance?" "I think I'm getting close to this Council place. Two days ago, I captured a werewolf. From all indications, she came from the Council because she has a backpack. A modernized backpack." Lance c
"I don't get it. How is it that Freya has three alphas as her mates, and none of them has ever tried to mark her?" Landon asked as Steele pulled into a driveway."There's one of them in front of you. Ask him," Nebra spat out and alighted from the car."You refused to let me end my story, so you have no idea why he didn't make a move on her. I, on the other hand, know exactly why. So I guess I'm just going to wait for the other two," he shrugged and alighted from the car as well."I find it unfair werewolves and vampires get chased around by humans while witches live amongst them with no worries," Nebra scoffed as she stared at the duplex in front of her.Landon was about to take a step forward when he frowned and looked around. "Is this a friend of yours or a foe?""Neither," Steele replied.Nebra also frowned, smelling something in the air. "Say, would he try to kill you or anyone in general for trespassing?"Their ears caught the sound of something, and they quickly moved out of the
Nebra subconsciously stepped backward and frowned. "Oh, damn it!""I did anticipate your next move. I just didn't know Steele Lockwood would visit the man whose parents he killed. So I apologize for not getting here sooner." Hazel apologized blandly. She left her bloodshot eyes open as she stared at them."And I thought I should let you live a few more hours. How sad you came looking for your death." Nebra scoffed, her eyes downcast.She was an alpha, which meant she was used to sending chills down the spine of others. She rarely felt fear from other alphas except a selected few. But even when she did, it never made her want to run away like the way she was feeling now.Pike was right. Hazel became stronger. She even had the whole room engulfed in a suppressing cold aura. Fighting her was suicide."Is that fear I see in your eyes? Who would've thought Nebra Vause, the rogue alpha, would be afraid of me." Hazel laughed mockingly, covering half of her face with her palm."Afraid of you?
"What do you mean by that?" Cheyenne didn't delay in blocking Hazel's path.Hazel slipped a hand out of her pocket and towards Cheyenne. "Get out of my way!""I'm not in any position to ask you why you plan to kill the girl, but I really need you to tell me what's going on." Jerome butted in with a tight frown."What is going on is that I need Nebra Vause to come to me. To take me seriously! I spent hours searching for them, and when I finally found them, someone snatched them right from under my nose." Hazel replied, her hand still outstretched towards Cheyenne."I don't know what you're talking about, or what this Nebra did to you, but she's clearly the one you should be facing right now, not Freya!" Cheyenne refuted adamantly.Hazel pressed her lips together tightly. "Jerome, get your daughter out of my way before I kill her."Jerome glanced at one of his men who was the closest to Cheyenne. Before she could grasp what was going on, the man carried her out of the way."I understand