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Unaware of the chaos within the holding cells by his mate, Richard and a small group of his elite warriors marched to the front gates. He arrived just in time for the surprise of his life: his parents. They were the commanders leading the charge of royal warriors. Clearly, they had plans to storm the gates if not allowed to cross. Never had Richard imagined seeing a hundred top-trained royal warriors shifted in beast form, decorated in battle armour. Above that, they were led by his decorated parents. His mother's face twisted with wrath. Richard wasn't afraid of much, but Countess Elizabeth Layton was a force to be reckoned with. She was prophetic and often avoided most people because of her gifts to not intrude upon personal thoughts, but you mess with her family, and she draws blood.