Anthony dropped the painting on the ground harshly, right at the same spot that the previous one had been before it disintegrated.“Here is the painting.” He said, before strolling back to his former position on the podium, his eyes blazing with anger. As time went on, he felt as if his anger to happiness ratio kept increasing, with the happiness going lower and lower with every ticking second. This was the most unexpected day of his life.Freya looked at the painting gingerly, studying its edges and curves. The painting was beautiful. Too bad it had been an object of spying. She could bet her ass that there was a spy demon in this one, because Melvina had stated that some months after the painting had been collected, that the pack had been divided. She looked at her mother, Sheila, who nodded before stepping forward to recant the spell over the painting. When Sheila was done creating the ball whose forces caused the painting to stand in the middle just like the previous one, she t

“So is there another painting? Please think hard.” Blenda inquired, immediately Aiden and Julius stepped inside the pack meeting hall after doing away with the second doll.“Not at all. Those were the only stuff he had given us.” Peter mentioned, lines stretched across his forehead as he deliberated on the hundred percent accuracy of his statement.“Good thing he was stingy then.” Kane muttered, and Yodah chuckled, together with the rest, nodding their heads. It was good that Arnold was stingy, if not they would have spent the whole day ousting spy demons, and of course Kane didn’t think Freya might be up for it. There was a limit to the amount of magic a mage can use in a period of time. Magic drains them of strength.Peter shrugged at Kane’s snide statement, actually seeing the trueness of it. It was good that Arnold hadn’t been generous no matter how much he had hoped for it. All the dude had cared about was his mate, Melvina’s pancakes. (Author here: hehehehe)“Okay, then. Since

“So, apart from the Leo, is there anyone that you think was a spy?”’ Blenda asked, disrupting the murmur and tension in the hall. She still didn’t understand this pack and their tendency to abandon or reject their mates, their second halves. Was it a curse or something? She wondered, staring at Derek to whom her question was directed to.Derek was about to say no, when suddenly his mind remembered the guy that had been keenly watching around the pack and following the warriors during the period when Emma had been at Zipfarah’s place and they hadn’t been aware of it.Blenda noticed his hesitation, just like the others did.“Who is that?” She asked, hoping that it wasn’t another who had anadon his or her mate.“They are actually two.” Derek answered. “Esther, and some other guy that kept behaving suspiciously around the pack.”“Who is Esther?” Blenda asked, deciding to talk about the suspicious guy later.“Esther is a witch whom we had met in school. She had come to find Emma at the ca

Without preamble, Dobah laid his right thumb and index finger on the forehead of Fayot, not bothering to shut his eyes like the crowd had imagined that he would. After a few minutes, not even up to five, he released his hand from the forehead of an open eyed Fayot who had been expecting some zap of electricity over him to tell him of the magic but feeling nothing. “He is not working for Leonarya or Arnold. But he is working for someone else. Lagardo, alpha of white sted pack. He is here to get the exact location of the cave of baresis. Seems Legardo doesn’t trust Arnold to get the job quickly heh?” Dobah said, turning around to face Aiden and his brother, Julius. “If I am not to be mistaken, Legardo is the alpha you told us about, that had met the prince, seeking for his help to wage a war against this pack, so that we could have the cave, and he could have the territory-right?” Aiden nodded. ”The prince had sent me here to know if there was really a cave of baresis, and to know

“He is dying, we have to do something!” Lucille screamed, her hands to her mouth, having a front row view of Fayot jerking and spurting foam from his mouth. Freya’s hand was on his chest, heating and thumping softly whilst she muttered words that were not intelligible to the people around her except to those with the innate magic. Aiden and the other ancients surrounded the both whilst they chanted healing ancient music that was meant to keep the soul in the body and preserve the both. The rest of the hall stood in the agape, wondering what next would happen. Agrip watched on furtively, wishing he still had one of Agagog’s pills. He had used the last for Peter. If only he knew how to get to the old man in a minute second-the journey would have taken more than three days. Fayot would be dead by then. “You have to dismiss the crowd. They are hindering the effectiveness of the magic. Their noise is much.” He heard Melvina say to her mate, and nodded in agreement to her, noticing too