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IX - Growing Darkness Part 3
“Me?” I asked, my eyes almost popping out of their sockets. “What does the Elf King want from me?” I felt my heart stop and start in jerks. The Elf guard’s words bounced around inside my skull. Tridorn laid his purple eyes on me. “The King wishes to see you,” he said. “You are one of a kind. A curiosity. It has been centuries since the last hybrid was seen.” “I don’t know what you are talking about. I’m not a hybrid. I am just a newly-turned werewolf.” The Elf guard smiled, showing all of his teeth. “The rumors tell otherwise. His Highness just wants to take a look at you.” “No one’s looking at anyone,” said Michael. He stepped beside me and grabbed my arm. “Let’s go, Summers. We are leaving.” “Mike,” interjected Carlisle. “We have nowhere else to go. If the King just wants to take
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