Lucianne shifted back to make talking easier.
The silhouette next to Pellethia appeared to be someone with a high ponytail and toned arms; the one next to Lucianne looked like a figure that was wearing a cloak; and the last one on the far right had her arms up, probably crossed in front of her chest, and there was something…frilly at her left ear that was visible because her hair was pushed over her right shoulder.
Pellethia uttered, “I don’t recognize any of these.”
“Neither do I,” Lucianne responded as everyone else crowded around them to take a look.
Xandar’s arms slid across Lucianne’s shoulders and abdomen from behind as he looked at the one with a cloak and thought aloud, “That one has to be a witch. C
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Like the previous time, Margaret fell to her knees and grunted in anguish. Tate knelt before her and pulled her into his chest, increasing the intensity of the sparks and hoping that it would soothe some of the pain. It did. Margaret felt less uncomfortable the moment the sparks intensified, and she focused on the vision that her wolf was seeing. She and everyone else around her were in a dimly lit space, and there was something…suspicious about the surroundings. Before Margaret could get anymore information, the vision ended. That was it? Her rosewood eyes blinked in disbelief, and her awareness brought her back to the present moment. Everyone formed a circle around her and Tate, giving Margaret enough room to breathe but also allow them a good enough look at her. Tate was stroking her shoulder with his thumb, and his scent comf
Pellethia held the scroll and read aloud, “Only the creatures willing to go through any lengths to protect those who need protection most shall inherit the Forest of Oderem.” At the end of it was a signature that vampires had only ever seen in museums - the signature of Count Dracula. Greg’s eyes went back to the ceiling before the pessimistic part of him spoke, “I wonder how the inhabitants planted it there.” A shade of suspicion entered Pellethia’s eyes of wonder as she turned to Greg and asked, “You really think those who hid here put this there, Your Grace?” His eyes were still stuck on the ceiling when he replied, “I don’t know. I’m not well-versed in…forest magic.”
Greg then joined the others at the partition. He felt the grill with his hand and murmured, “It feels…new.” Tate uttered, “Even where we’re standing feels new compared to the ground inside. Wherever this leads to, this tunnel was a recent plan.” Lucianne went to the far left, and stepped on boulders on the side, supporting herself with the grill as she stepped higher up to look for any strings, ropes or anything that may be triggered if the grill gate was tampered with. Her husband sprinted over with wide eyes, and held her lower back as he frantically whisper-yelled, “Lucy, you could’ve asked me to do that!” “I’m fine, Xandar. I’m just climbing.” She then spoke to the others all at once, “You guys don
Two vigils and one minister were unconscious because they stood too close to one of the lightbulbs in a room when the lightbulbs exploded, and inhaled too much of the scent. Another twenty of them were nearing that stage as well. Pellethia and Octavia were weakened but were the least affected since they were the firsts to be brought out. Just then, the forest exuded a lemony scent, and it appeared to be soothing the stinging sensation, reducing into a prickling one before the discomfort disappeared completely. One by one, the vampires tried to get up on their own with the wolves and lycans by their side to support them should they fall halfway. It was astounding that none of them needed that support when they couldn’t even move less than two minutes before. Still, most of them sat back down because they felt that their insides we
Ivory put on contact lenses and used concealer to hide his scar, and Greg wore shades and a hoodie before the two took a subway to the stop at the Primordial station, which was only a thirty-minute drive from Xandar and Lucianne’s residence.After stepping on the platform and using the loo to kill time while waiting for the crowd to disperse, they entered the elevator that was designed to only go up. The moment Greg slid a plain white card into the slit between the closed doors, the built-in scanner of the doors granted access. The pale yellow lights in the lift turned pale blue, and the lift descended.Once the doors opened, Greg removed the hoodie and adjusted his formal wear that he was wearing underneath, and Ivory rubbed off some of the concealer and proudly put on his eyepatch. The row of cabs were there, and Greg a
Greg and Ivory got back into the cab and went straight to the address Nash just gave him. They reached the factory within forty-five minutes. When they got off and stepped towards the entrance, the two guards glowered at the duke and his follower. With an unperturbed expression, Greg announced, “I’m here to see Ruby Lyworth.” “Ms Lyworth did not mention any visits or appointments being scheduled today.” “Tell her that Greg Claw demands an immediate appointment.” Greg’s name got the guards on full alert. The duke, on the other hand, was insulted. How could there still be creatures who didn’t know what he looked like? The rogue world wasn’t even that big…alright, in all fairness, it did expand over the years, but shouldn’t these newcomers at least know the face of the person who was in-charge here? He hadn’t even been gone for a year! Sensing their hesitation, Greg murmured in a low, homicidal tone, “You have one minute to get me an appointment, or I kill you both, and if you have f
Lucianne’s lycan was practically scratching its face when they knew that Greg and Ivory had started executing the plan. Her eyes would go to the wall clock every few seconds, despite the stack of files she deliberately placed in the middle of her office desk when she thought that would keep her mind properly occupied while she waited for the time to pass. She envied how well Reida was sleeping in the baby cot at the left corner. Saying that Lucianne was worried would be an understatement. She started regretting not forcing Greg to take Desmond, Hailey and Alissa as back-up, though she doubted he would. Too many creatures would make him look desperate, and that vulnerable trait couldn’t be shown in any business negotiations in the kingdom, let alone in the rogue world. Xandar made her a cup of tea and took a chocolate bar out of t
In the new hideout, Gerella had just explained to the kids (again) that they couldn’t go out to play yet because the weather wasn’t good. The truth was they were never going out to play now that they were hatching yet another escape route. After reporting to Saxum about the food supply, Gerella went for a stroll in the forest. She was enjoying the coolness and the peace of the greenery in her invisible form. Then, she heard something. A rhythm. Lup-di-duh-di-dup. Over and over again. It was the most beautiful sound that she’d ever heard. But where was it coming from? There wasn’t a soul in sight, unless this was another discretus? Was she hearing the bodily fluid of the mate their Lord had bonded her to? Gerella was excited but also nervous. She followed the sound, and found herself walking towards the beach, the very location Sa