Marrying a Werewolf To Save Her Hybrid Sister. - Chapter 290

Wandering inside the forest, Natasha became tired and leaned on a tree bark. Looking up at the dawn. It was going to be rainy again. At least the troops of crows were shrieking this news.

“Eliot, are you sure about strangers you saw?’

He jumped on a branch and sniffed, he could smell them, it was warm and proved the strangers were close.

“I am certain.”

Letting out the word he saw a needle-like blade, it was darting to Natasha’s neck, he flashed down and shielded himself, pushing the needle away with his large nails.

He put his hand back and glued Natasha to himself, fiercely.

“Dammit,” he took out his sword and shoved the rest of the needles. He was confident of the poison on them. Whoever these people were, they were aware of Natasha’s weakness. Aiming her neck was purposely.

“Natasha, are you fine?” The rain of the needles ceased, and she pushed him away.

The dark figures came out of the dark, holding swords and daggers. Their faces were concealed and they bounced on them.

“Don’t let them catch on you.”

Eliot warned and flashed forward. Their swords kissed. It was terrifying because they were incredibly fast and he couldn’t smash them down fast. The man was retorting all of his attacks, his sword was swinging masterfully and heavier than his. He looked into his eyes and those pupils weren’t normal, larger than normal, his eyes drifted on the bulged vein on his neck! Crap! They had consumed something.

“Ah, you rascal!” That was Natasha and he sniffed her blood scent. Fury boiled in his blood and he gave in to the devil, his eyes ran red and his fangs grew. The assassin was scared and loosened up so it made a chance for Eliot to manage the quarrel and shot the man down.

His sword swirled fast like a flash of light and the man spread on the ground, drenching in his blood that colored the snow.

He rushed to Natasha. His sword plunged into the man’s head.

“Don’t touch my woman.”

He breathed between his fangs and dashed for the rest. Natasha grabbed her arm, still stunned by the words that emitted out of Eliot’s mouth, and immersed her in a daze.

Eliot killed all those men when Karim and a troop arrived on horses. He jumped down and ran to Natasha. Taking one of the needles out of a tree, he cursed.

“They were here to kill us,” Eliot answered putting his sword back to his sheath.

Karim uncovered one of the faces and his eyes sharpened.

“One of them escaped.”

Natasha notified. Eliot grabbed her hand and led her back to the horses.

“Are you doing fine?”

“I am don’t worry.” She squeezed his hand. He looked more seductive when he treated like this.

“You get back, we will clean up here.”

Karim stated and the two eagerly obeyed.

Getting back to the station, they went to Huxley and the prince.

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Wilmore came out of the temple when he saw Huxley in front of him.

“Why are you running away from yourself?”

“Hux, I am lost. I don’t know what is going on.”

Huxley sighed.

“Just remember the days we were trying to settle with our a new version. You can’t imagine how frightened I was, I turned to a mist and my hand crossed the table, sometimes I could not even hold a spoon to eat something. I was starving myself to die but it worsened.”

“And I wasn’t beside you, I was shrieking in the chains, craving to tear the people to pieces.”

Hux knew that now his concern was about Luna, but the faerie insisted that she was fine.

“She will be fine, the Lord had gained that cure from his ancestors. I asked him about it and he was certain that would work. Their ancestor used to do that for fighting the devils.”

Wilmore nodded, however, he was not meaning that, nevertheless, he couldn’t explain it.

“What is wrong with these two!”

He uttered, seeing Natasha and Eliot coming from the forest line, every passing person was peeking at them.

“What am I seeing?”

“Invasion, some assassins attacked us in the forest. They consumed drugs and were super-mighty.” Eliot took out the vial that he found in one’s pocket.

He tossed it to Hux, who now was checking Natasha’s arm.

“It healed.”

“Yes, but they were shooting needles to my neck.”

Natasha informed and the prince frowned.

“Cp weed extract! Who is that idiot to make such trash?”

“I was asking myself the same question when I saw this glove!”

Eliot handed the prince a leather glove.

“Bolingtone’s leather?” These gloves belonged to a store that the knights used to order their gloves and it had a specific mark, a clover pattern.

“We will move tomorrow, Hux, come with me! We are going to patrol around.”

“I killed them all, but one escaped.”

Eliot stated before they go further.

“Go have some rest, Eliot! Leave this to me.”

Wilmore stated and roamed to the stalls, going to the Ivy town which was the nearest town sounded the only option.

“Ivy town can help us find out who they were. It has only three Inns.”

Wilmore mounted up the saddle and they galloped out of the station.

Tristan who was behind a tree heard them and flashed after them. Cp weed extract? He had heard of it somewhere, yes, a magician said that he could make a temporary cream from it for vampires to go out in sunlight. Who had this rare weed?

The prince of vampires followed them to the city. They went to all of the Inns but found nothing, but he smelled a strange blood scent! Looking back at an infirmary, he dashed to the prince of Velator and halted in front of him.

“I found the person you were looking for!”

Wilmore and Hux were on their horses, shocked as he appeared out of blankness.

“Show us the way!”

Tristan’s forefinger popped up, “a condition, I have for it.”

“Tell us.”

“Cp weed extract, I want some of it!”

Wilmore raised an eyebrow. Consuming that could poison him! Indeed, he was a corpse!

“Fine, only a vial, if we catch the man.”

“Deal! He is inside that infirmary.”

He smirked and vanished.. If it was necessary, he would interfere but the prince was mighty enough to catch a man in a second.