| Highest Rank #66 in Werewolf | (October 8th, 2017)
"A QUEEN WILL ALWAYS TURN PAIN INTO POWER."
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Alexia Fierce is coldhearted, decisive and devoid of emotion.
She doesn't like to show emotion in front of other people that she doesn't know...
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Instantly, the vampires emerging from behind the trees and then one by one the rogues show their appereance.
All of them wear that blazing red eyes that hold craziness and bloodlust in them.
"Well I guess they are," I smirk.
I take one step ahead and held my head high.
"What brings you hear?" I ask no one in particular as my eyes searching the crowd of rogues, waiting one of them to speak.
"Me," someone says. I look where the sound come from and eventually the person step out from the crowd.
"What?!" Angie yell in disbelief.
"You?" I whisper, looking in him with shock and pure disbelief on my face. I didn't prepare for this. From all the people in the crowd, it has to be him?
Soon, my shock turn into anger.
"Why?! Why are you doing this?!" I growl at him.
"Isn't this a sight to see? The two most powerful queen stand in front of me with such an anger on their face?" he smirks, looking at me with those cold grey eyes.
"You destroyed my family! You kill them all! Why?! What the fuck did they do to make you kill them?!" I sneer at him, showing my chanines. My wolf is already on the surface and ready to jump any second.
"Envy," he answers simply, shrugging like it was no big deal.
"You are part of The Royal! You are my uncle! Why did you kill your own family?!" Angie hiss at him.
"Well at first I want to kill your father but then I think again why not all of them? So that nobody will know and report to the The Royal that I'm the one who is behind the attack? I couldn't risk that. So I kill them all but then there's you two who get in my way. You should have died on the attack but you're not because your beloved mother told you to run, wasn't she?" he smirks, taunting me.
