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il I could taste blood. A low feeling if alarm envelops me. What if something had happened to her? What if the black wolves had come back for her, probably they have been lurking around, waiting for the right time to finish her off and if that is the case, then this may just be a good opportunity. What if she never returns back to almight town? Sure enough I had scared her away and even promised to break her if she ever sets foot in this city. But thinking about it now, it is sickening. It makes me sound like some bloodthirsty vampire. I try to imagine her looking terrified, her hair falling across her small face and her brows created in worry. The only thing that is hard to place is the look on her eyes. Her deep dark eyes which is as steel as the word itself. Unwavering and daring. Like they are challenging you to come at her. She’s fierce. Feisty. And if there is something to love about her then that is it. My thoughts are in disarray. One moment I am seeking to break her, tear her apart and make sure I sniff the life out of her so she could feel how humiliated I am and the next moment, I am going through reasons why I like her, thinking of her and even getting worried about what may become of her. “By dawn, we could arrange more men to search thoroughly for her. My gut feeling tells me she maybe hiding in the city.” Alfred’s voice pulls me out of my trail of thoughts. I had even forgotten he was here. “Fine.” I say, “You send more men to look for her tomorrow and make sure, Zara WilGeorge s is brought back into this chambers.” I order, dismissing his presence. There is a high probability that Zara may not be in the city and even if she was then where could she possibly be hiding? And then there is chance of her still around the city. After all, this is her birth city and she practically grew up here. Yeah the same city where her parents were brutally murdered and you did nothing about it. I hear my subconscious sneer in whisper, causing my brows to fold deeper in a frown. Her parents death was noy my fault right? She was a hybrid. A mix of the werewolf and witches blood. No one was ever going to take her serious and in my defense, I tried. I tried to do the much I can for her but then it was the black wolves and they are terribly evil wolves that no one wishes to come across. Maybe Zara was right. I was a coward after all. Pretending to be this mighty Alpha who ruled almight town like his father did, but deep down, I was just—scared. The thought increases my anger towards her, the fact that she knew m