The Royal Chronicles - Book One-
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She felt like there was something missing from her life. As if she's forgetting something or someone; someone very important. Something in her pulls away, telling her that this was all a big joke and that...
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The man walked a few steps forward before Lucas growled in warning. The man's fingers danced with a pocket knife, "I knew I recognized you from somewhere that morning, but since I was busy attacking that useless pack of yours, I couldn't put a name to it. But now I see it, you actually look younger, if that's possible."
"Luke." Lucas lowly said back, as if to greet him.
"You remember," Luke stepped forward his eyes shining red. A few wolves walking out to reveal themselves around their leader. "But I go by the name 'Rust' now. And, lucky you, I'm not here for you. You remember Lucas, but that girl you are protecting seems not to. I wonder why?"
"Leave the girl alone," Lucas muttered taking a step forward. "The fight was -is, between you and I. Let's finish it like real men."
Rust chuckled, playing with the tip of his knife. He wasn't wearing a top, but the cold didn't effect him a bit as he stood confidently. "I'm afraid I'm not here to make equal with you, that'll be for another time. For now, I'm here for the girl; which one is she?"
"I almost didn't recognize you back there Luke. Your smell has changed over the years of committing sins." Lucas disgustedly said.
"Think about what you're implying before you speak Lucas. I know we have our differences and we serve for different kings but all you've been doing is running like a coward while I'm left to do all the dirty work. I need the girl NOW."
Mathew growled, taking a step forward, covering their view on Grace with his body, "not for sale, mutt."
The wolves around growled, trotting forward to attack, but Rust held them off. "Not yet," he gave a sharp glare to his followers and snapped his neck back to the team. "So it is her, I should've known when I smelt something off from you guys. I personally think that she'd come with me, don't you think. She doesn't know anything about her father or where she came from and I know all about it."
Rust noticed how Grace's shoulders tensed in the circle and tried to look past the guy who was covering her. "Don't you want to know who your father really is? Don't you want to know how he actually died? It was fun to watch him fall. I didn't get to kill him, I was just a bystander. But I wonder, if watching him die was so much fun, then how would've it been for the one who killed him?"
Grace let out a whimper, rushing forward to fight back, or to yell; just do something to the guy for feeding lies to her. She was furious, but Anne held her back.
"My father didn't die on the hands of a murderer!" She declared struggling with Anne. Lucas glanced at Malick, silently telling him it was time to go.
Rust chuckled, "my dear: Grace? That's your name still, right?" No one said anything and Rust continued, "I knew that scumbag would never have the heart to change the name. Anyways, Grace, I'd like to finally show some light to your big fat lie of a life: your father was killed, you're a werewolf who's very important to my pack and you need to come with me now if you don't want the ones you love hurt."
