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gh her veins as she dropped them into the ground, pushing at the dust until it makes a nice pile over the three items. She patted the earth sweetly once more before turning away, her long gown skimming aga

riously though. This small, quiet village within the eastern part of the Kingdom was nice, unnoticeable, and easy for someone w

l had nothing. All she had was the memory of the lycan and the mind-shattering sex they had and maybe it was a bit of sheer luck that she

heck on her. She paid her visits every few days and gossiped about who the bachelor alphas or Fae warriors were sleeping with now and why it wasn't her wasting the beautiful curves o

etimes, but she was not about to crush an

nously burying something in her front yard. People only bury things for

way up the dirt path. A few overgrown bushes line the front yard, concealing one window and

A powerful alchemist. Mu

know what waited outside

er the objects Almera had buried. Her gaze shifted to the

lmera buried something under the light of the full moon. She all but did a ritual out here with a sacrificial

ide as the dirt sank into her nails with each handful of earth she ripped away. The clinking sound of her fire bracelets, a golden royal snake-like bracelet, made her nerves skitter with every

n of a lycan paw in the opening that appeare

an enor

But her curiosity got the better of Pearl. The box seemed to be calling for

ly calculating what a beast this size could be wor

ox was just as heavy as it looked. Her gaze flickered back to the golden glow of Almera's front windo

nto the thin material. A ripping sound ripped through the silence, but as she stood, they

from a blind woman? Who does that? N

do

boxes as she was. Perhaps she thought they were useless? She was blin

e likely she knew what these things were and want

wer, wealth, or whatever... Not that she needed wealth or even the magic of wh

nd the thought of not opening them and unearthing their magic within. What if it was magic she needed to open a p

After all, she had a mission and it involved a portal to

and making her stumble more than once before her small cabin comes into view. Glowing embers of ruby eyes greet her as she gets closer. The sw

was a pathetic love life she led. It had been two years since she left the palace, and since then s

her as she settled in near the dwindling embers of the fire. The one-room home was tiny, with a cot on the far left side of the room

near the fire. In the light, she could really make out their details. One was a pure pearl white color. It shimmered like fresh snow, whi

shining an

hispered to herself. "Shou

ust sighed and

rge and beautiful. It was even more powerful than her mother's jewelry box. Its structure seems thick

as silent. Not warming her enough. Her ice was chilling nonetheless. She had hidden it

gh her body. She already had the ice, fire, earth, and air elements of magic,

hrough her mind. She sifted through them all

, fur-covered bodies were the size of horses. Thick fur covered their bodies like pro

ses were inky in the reflection of the box's glossy shell. This was

beat begins to ta

ursed, and wanted

ace from her mother. Her ice elemental magic. A lycan soul trapped in the magical box could pay for