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CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN - THE ALPHAS LUNA MATE

THE LYCAN CITY. UNKNOWN

FUGITIVE DERON

Certain memories flood back into my mind as I stared into Sylrias’ brown eyes. Her body was just highlighted by the moon perfectly but what concerned me most was the imposing staff she held tightly in her left hand. She did not wear any smile, just a nasty look and I could easily spot her ankh so black it would make a shadow seem bright. Why would she bring an ankh and a staff? This was a friendly meet but the glare on her face made me think otherwise.

It hadn’t been too long I saw her, but seeing her like this made me question if she still saw me the same way or if she looked at me and all she saw was a stranger.

For a moment we both said nothing, I waited for her to make the first words but she seemed to be waiting for me to speak up first too.

“Sylria…”

“Deron!”

We said each others names at the same time.

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The streets were more busy than they had ever, everyone in the kingdom spoke about the Queen to be and the fea
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