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I sat quietly on the horse carriage with my hands tied in front of me as Alpha Nikolai’s scouts ransacked the cottage core houses that sat in a quiet litter in the village.

I turned to stare into the grey darkness, catching the way the dark-haired prince stared off into the distance where his castle loomed large ahead of us.

“Empty, your highness, save for the women, He’s probably holding most of our men in the castle,” The blond haired bat who had given me a knuckle sandwich earlier screamed at the top of his voice, making the towering black beast nod the triangle of his large head...