Chapter 65: The Hunt (16) *

"A pair of pliers and an everlasting pouch, anything else?" Asked Rastia.

"Yes, one last thing." Adrian said.

"What?" She squinted.

"Blood pheromones."

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Dawn was approaching as the first rays of the sun began to fight against the blood red of the moon.

Cornelia was at the southern outskirts the Medial mountains. She was walking to and fro on the even grounds. Her eyes were always on the Ivy marshes. But in truth, she was looking even beyond that.

A whole night passed. But there was not a single sign of his arrival. She was worried. No matter much he 'bullied' her, he had yet to hurt her. He had saved her life, and most importantly- he was the only 'hope' she had.

After a few more minutes, she stopped- and sighed.

'I warned you.' She looked one last time at the South before turning back to North. But before she could take two steps-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" A soul wrenching masculine shriek sounded from the South.