Chapter 113 Right Path
Third Person’s Point Of View,
“Seraphinal”
Ronan’s boots pounded against the stained floors of the underground brothel, the red lights flickering like the pulse of something evil that was alive in the walls. His lungs burned, his muscles strained, but he didn’t slow. His wolf roared only fo her, louder than ever before, wing at his insides with the desperation of a beast sensing its possession was in danger.
He felt her close by but <b>her </b>aura was fading fast, as if forcibly erased. Still the <b>pull </b>of her wolf…it was there, slipping further from his grasp with <b>each </b>second.
He turned the final corner with a ragged breath <b>and </b>then broke down the door where he felt her. The door crushed down<b>. </b>loudly but as he stormed in. “Seraphina!!”
The room was empty. His wolf eyes spotted therge amount of the blood on the floor, fresh and dark, soaking into the <b>red </b>carpeting. At least, it was not her blood. He could tell this much. But he was gone. Or worse taken away.
Seraphina… he whispered, clutching his fists. He was a minute <b>too </bte.
At the same time, far across the brothel’s sprawling underground, Asher mmed his body through <b>a </b>narrow corridor where he heard the terrified screams of some other females. He was close to the right ce!
Only when he mmed the door open, it was empty. “What the fuck!” he clenched his teeth.
Meanwhile. Finn, moving like <b>a </b>shadow, darted through the quieter path. There were screams but no moment at all. As if the entire brothel was dead. Of course, that was what made him sure that he was in a ce where he should not be. That was when he spotted something, half–buried in the dust and dirt. Something glimmered faintly <b>under </b>the flickering wall sconce
He hurriedly knelt <b>to </b>a delicate silver anklet. One he’d seen on Grace’s <b>ankle </b>the day she arrived.
His fingers clenched around it, heart beating wildly, and his head snapping <b>ahead</b>. “Grace has to be around here somewhere! he growled.
At the same <b>time </b><b>at </b>another location. Ryker’s path ended at a dead wall. ording to the map Asher had, there should have been a corridor. Another passage.
But it was bricked up. He stared at the wall with nk eyes but clearly felt something behind it. More like what <b>his </b>wolf was looking for.
Only he was not alone <b>down </b>there. He slowly turned <b>around </b><b>and </b>met the yellow eyes of a tall rogue with an evil smile. The <b>man </b><b>who </b>had been ying worthless rogue behind Juan but actually a strong and evil one. He <b>was </b>giving off <b>a </b>very strong
a <b>like </b>that of both Grace and Seraphina.
However Ryker was not alone to be <b>found</b>.
Juan’s right–hand <b>man </b>stood some distance ahead, smiling evilly at Finn <b>with </b>his head still bleeding from Finn’s <b>previous</b>.
Wiale Asher turned <b>around </b>to find a monstrous looking rogue with the height of a <b>gori </b>dragging a bloodied Mark and forcing him to point directly <b>at </b>Asher as if confirming something<b>. </b>
Konan stood in the red room, <b>in </b><b>a </b>staring contest with the rogue standing outside the room with Seraphina’s veil between his
<b>gers </b>like a trophy. It <b>was </b><b>at </b>that <b>moment </b>that the camera ahead attracted his attention.
There were dozens of them embedded in the walls, in <b>the </b>ceilings Recording, not only him but all four of <b>them </b>
in the red room deep below, Juan leaned back <b>in </b><b>his </b>plush seat with a devilish grin, swirling a <b>ss </b>of blood–red <b>wine</b>. “So they really arere to tnd <b>that </b>girl Ss has he crossed his legs and nced at unconscious Sera on the <b>bed</b>. “Too bad, all of
find you will the” the rogue with a ugly scar on his face entered the room watching juan stare at the Seraphina as he hushed.
Especially you, woman”
The scared wolf’s eyes snagged on her exposed waist as he informed Jaan. Ss is calling for you.”
just head snapped at him “Why?”
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Chapter 113 Right Path
We got the wrong girl,” the wolf revealed.
Finished
“What?!” Juan sprang up from his seat and stormed out of the room saying, “Guard this she–wolf. If she escapes, you will lose your head!
The scared wolf nced at Ryker. Ronan, Finn and Asher fighting with the rogues in the footage and <b>then </b>defenseless. Seraphina on the bed.
He stretched his hand out to lock
the door without tearing his eyes from <b>Seraphina </b>as he murmured. “Of course, I will guard
her, a dirty smile appeared on his lips as he edged closer to <b>the </b>bed. “In my own way…”
Ryker grabbed the rogue by the throat, mming him against the wall so hard the stone cracked. “Youid a hand on something I desire?” he hissed. With a cruel smile, he twisted his ws deep into the rogue’s gut, then up. His scream was choked. Ryker whispered, “Rot in hell,” and let him drop unceremoniously to the <b>floor</b>.
Finn ducked the rogue’s <b>swing</b>, eyes zing, “When I ask you something, speak before you even blink,” he snarled. In one swift motion, he drove his ws through the rogue’s mouth, silencing his scream. Blood spilled over Finn’s hand as he yanked it out. “Having hands does not mean you get to touch everything, you know. Especially <b>what </b>I <b>have </b>my eyes
<b>on </b>
Asher’s eyes burned <b>blood </b>red as he dodged the rogue’s strike, then lunged with a guttural snarl. His ws shed through flesh, tearing deep across the rogue’s chest. Blood sprayed. Asher pinned <b>him </b>down, ws sinking in. “Touching Grace was already a sin but then you had to touch what has be my bottom line, huh?” he whispered, before ripping out the rogue’s throat. “Not a wise decision.”
Ronan snarled as his <b>back </b>mmed against a crumbling wall, shattering the tile behind him. Dust clouded the <b>air</b>, but his eyes locked on the rogue gripping Seraphina’s veil. With a guttural roar, he lunged with ws shing and striking the rogue across the chest. Blood sprayed as he ripped the veil free.
“You don’t touch <b>what’s </b>mine,” he growled. “Bitch!”
Not that the fight was over.
The rogue smirked even as he bled,unching himself at Ronan again. They crashed through a broken door, then a splintered window. Debris flew, fists <b>and </b>ws colliding, until Ronan was shoved back right into another solid body.
Finn.
They exchanged a nce just as Ryker and Asher burst through opposite hallways, equally bloodied and locked inbat. They’d all been funneled to the same cross–section of corridors, Surrounded. Dozens of rogues snarled <b>from </b>all sides. <b>circling </b>like <b>wolves </b>scenting victory.
Asher wiped <b>blood </b>from his brow. “If they’re <b>stopping </b>us here, it means we’re on the right path. Close to Seth and Grace.”
Everyone growled <b>low </b>in agreement <b>while </b><b>Ronan’s </b><b>sense </b>of Seraphina being in danger sharpened. He could not waste his <b>time </b><b>fighting</b>. He <b>had </b>to get to her before it was toote. So he ripped the face of the rogue in front of him to make <b>an </b>opening for <b>himself </b>but two other rogues jumped <b>on </b><b>him </b><b>from </b>Ryker’s direction
All of them were attacked by more rogues at the same time.
“AHHHHHH…….” Konan roared at the top of his lungs, ripping the <b>wolves </b><b>apart </b>as <b>more </b>rogues blocked his path until a figure jumped among <b>them </b>like a sh
A blur of bloody w and iron tore through the rogues. One. Two Three, down before they could even react or blink. <b>A </b><b>thick </b><b>aron </b>rod swung like lightning, shattering bone and skull. As a w plucked eyes <b>out </b><b>and </b>ripped hearts <b>out </b>like a two edge
sword
Ryker <b>and </b>Roman free mid–sh as the figure stepped into view, <b>drenched </b>in blood, snorting like a beast, eyes burning with bloodlust Asher and <b>Finn </b>also froze as they all saw the face no one expected
“Alpha Jude”