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< FERAL FURY PACK > The garden of the Feral Fury Pack was alive with laughter and chatter, a rare moment of warmth amidst the usually tense atmosphere. It was a rare sight to see everyone gathered together like this—Mikhail, Jessica, Genevieve, Spike, Luciano, Gift, Damon, and Lucifer, all sharing in the lightness of the moment. The day was perfect; the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the flowers, and for once, it felt like a true family reunion, despite the many wounds they all carried.

I gapped. “Sorry, I couldn’t tell you about my connection with Trenton. He has been deemed a rogue for so long, that I couldn’t let anyone know. If they had known, I would have been kicked off the council, or captured. My special gift is that I can locate any Dragon in the world, but I have concealed it. I didn’t mean to lie, but your grandfather told me never to reveal my gift. He had suspected there was something going on under his nose.” Charles explained.

I say because I remember what he said the first time I met him. "Hmm." A thin trail of smoke leaves his nostrils. "I am Ashrac and this is Cantor. Our fathers have gone to Tahr's because they felt the presence of a new dragon and they think Tahr has mated. That is the only way for a female to transcend, so I think you have your facts wrong." Oh really. "I am not mated to Tahr and I don't even like him. I'm sorry that he is your uncle, but he's a jerk and don't wish to ever see him again."

Wait a minute, is this breathtakingly hot warlock with bare chest and chiseled abs trying to brainwash me? I slowly pulled my hands out of his, "it's not working Narek, you can't make me doubt what I saw with my eyes" I said stubbornly and he only smiled. "I thought as much, I knew it wouldn't have much effect on you" he smirked and turned his back to me. "Come on Nyx, join me in training" Narek stated and picked a long wooden stick from the pile of wood ranging from different sizes. "I want you to learn a technique that might help you in your search to your innermost self"

“I… I promise I’ll do better. I’ll be better. Please, don't reject me. Accept my mark, let me make it up to you, please.” I could tell that his pleas softened her heart. Then the brother growled. “Don’t beg the bitch. Have you lost your mind? She’s yours by right.” Tamika’s mate looked to his brother and it seemed like they had a private conversation through their mindlink, but it wasn’t as private as they thought. Gavrael’s mind was linked to every member of his pack, and even without a pack bond, he could still access people’s minds with his powers. And his mind was linked to mine, so with his powers, he opened a channel for me to listen to their thoughts.

Xavier is the good mate from the prophecy Right?????

Nancy positioned herself in a lotus position, waiting for the lighting to come at her. Her waiting didn’t last long as a small bolt came to her and struck her crown chakra. Nancy quickly channeled the energy to her golden core and began to temper it. Another bolt came a little more significant than the first; soon, her twig size seventh bolt showed a blue hue. This was her final strike for her Tribulation. Nancy solidified her golden core and her formation before opening her eyes. The outfit she was wearing was smoking, and parts had burned away.

This was ten years ago… the first time she slept with Gryphon. “…it’s past five. We need to go back before your mom catches you.” The eighteen-year-old Gryphon Pearce didn’t sound any different, but his body was clearly not as well-built as it was when he grew up. Moreover, it still had this concealed rib tattoo of a minimalist lion. Up until now, Andrea didn’t know why he had that when he was not even a Leo or had a fascination with lions. He didn’t touch it up as well, so she figured it was probably just something he got on a whim.

The colossus had sprawled out and was in agony, breathing heavily. On impact, Ragnar was thrown violently and landed against big buckets set beside the wall. He had stood up, staggering and leaned against the wall. Blood was running profusely from his nose, trickling down his mouth and smearing his tunic. His forehead also bore a large bloody gash. The girl, who had come down from the large wooden plaque, had joined him and put her arm under his to support him and keep him from collapsing. The little hunchback made a small gesture of victory, raising his fist and frowning. He was muffling small sounds of pain and could not speak. The girl accompanied him to the huge disproportionate opening