---- "Hey, hey, let''s all calm down," Cedrick stood in the middle like a referee. "I think we can all agree we came here to have some fun," he said as if their continents didn''t have enough problems for them toe meddle in someone else''s business. "So, Lord, how many people are your enemies in total?" he asked.

    "In total total?" Drir raised a brow and did some math "Right now I''m everyone''s enemy, because the other wolf fief is ---- just waiting for my answer to take a side." "And it''s obvious you''ll tell them you''re staying with my daughter, and it''s about time they know she''s your Lady and your mate," Zarek added through his teeth. "No one wants that more than I do," he rified in a wolfish voice, then gave them an estimate of the enemies.

    When he said the number out loud, even he thought it would be hard to face that many warriors. They looked strong, but still, it was like one to a thousand. "I''m going to recover what''s left of my heart; I know which direction it is," Drakkar said without any frills. He was going to take down anyone who got in his way. If he was putting up with this silly meeting, it was because his female told him to follow his grandfather and behave, but he already wanted to go back to his Lyra.

    "Lavinia and I will handle the guy with witch magic. Lavi needs to practice with specters," Laziel yawned, sitting on the window ledge. "Hey, kid, don''t underestimate Frederick''s power," Drir looked at him and then at the Lycan King. ---- As if to say, "Aren''t you going to stop your grandson? It''s dangerous." But he saw Aldric didn''t react at all. "He seems to have stolen the best spells from those witches; he''s got their souls captured," he kept exining, but no one backed him up.

    "Hey, you''re not sending this young man to die...!" Drir''s words stopped when he felt mortal danger close in on him. He had never felt so threatened. It happened in a breath. He barely had time to kick the armchair back and roll across the Tug to get away. With one knee and one hand on the floor, he stared in disbelief at where he''d been sitting less than a second ago.

    A ck hole had opened in the floor, swallowing the seat, and to top it off, the ceiling had been pierced by a huge, dark hand with sharp ws that tangled in the wood and shredded it to splinters. ---- Pieces of his favorite armchair came apart like butter, and only he knew how hard that old wood was. What shape would his flesh-and-blood body be in if that attack had hit him? ?What the hell is that?!?

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