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"Take that fucking page and rip it to shreds Carmela, I want the fuck out of here, nothing else," Tristan replies, backing away from the prison bars and going back to lay on his bed.

He lies face up, staring at the flickering bulb above with his hands behind his head.

"Tristan," Carmela calls, "do we have an agreement? I promise, this time, I'll be able to get you out. I need you to be a witness in court, I have everything figured out. You just need to stick to your original story, we'll let them sentence you and her to death but I'll get you out before you get to the guillotine and you can go anywhere you want."

Tristan slowly turns his head to look at her with rage and disgust in his eyes before he shifts his gaze back to the flickering bulb, a sullen look in his eyes.noveldrama

"Go away Carmela, I don't want to see you unless you're here to get me out."

He closes his eyes and heaves a deep sigh.

He shouldn't be in this mess, he didn't even kill the fucking witch. When he got there, she was already dead, cut up like a fucking animal, stabbed in multiple places, fucking mutilated, that's not even his fucking style.

Whoever killed her was a beast, a fucking psycho. He felt a crazy strong aura around the room when he stepped in, it was just the remnant from the person's presence but it almost choked him to death just from being there for a few minutes.

He's a professional at what he does, he could not possibly go back and tell Carmela that someone else had done the job and the pay was good. If he knew the whole thing was going to turn into a fucking shit show, he would have just told the fucking truth and backed out. "Tristan, you fucking listen to me right now. You're not anymore safe than I am right now if Leila comes for us and I know the fucking bitch has some plans up her sleeves. Now if you want get out of this alive, you're going to fucking do as I-"

Carmela pauses and turns back, hearing footsteps approach. She had already bribed the guards to give her an hour alone with Tristan. They know the routine when she's around, they never come down here. The footsteps slowly get louder and closer.

"Hey! Which one of you is there?" Carmela peers into the distance but she doesn't see anyone.

She frowns. Could someone have been following her, no one but her trusted guards know she comes here to see Tristan and she cannot risk anyone finding out.

She retracts and quickly hides in one

of the open cells and right before her eyes, a man dressed in all white attire appears from thin air, walking through the iron bars of the prison inte Tristan's cell.

Tristan jumps down from the bed, alarmed and in shock.

"I don't know who sent you but if you don't back off right now, you're fucking dead," Tristan growls, extending his claws.

"Nice claws. What are you going to do with them, scratch me?" Antonio chuckles with an amused smirk on his face. The death of the pack witch was his doing.

Once he learnt that the phoenix Luna had returned, he had to kill her before she revealed the second part of the prophecy, the part that states it is the destiny of the phoenix Luna to rule the werewolf kingdomin its entirety.

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That day, Tristan had seen him leaving as Tristan entered even if Tristan may not remember but he has to tie up every loose end. "You're about to find out."

Tristan charges at Antonio but Antonio lazily flicks his hands backwards and an invisible force blasts Tristan into the wall behind, pinning him against it. Antonio chuckles, narrowing his eyes at Tristan as he shifts his hand into a dark paw with a red visible aura dancing around it like a flame, fragments of his magic. "Guards! Guards!"

Carmela yells from her hiding,

seeing the strange man with magic and a powerful aura about to strike Tristan. Tristan dies, any hopes of still nailing Leila with the death of the pack witch is out of the window.

To her surprise, in a flash, her neck is wrapped around by Antonio's firm hands and he lifts her off the ground and she chokes, feeling her life drain out of her. Antonio tightens his grip, about to snap her neck when he sees the mark of the phoenix Luna on her and he smiles, easing up his hold.

"Well, aren't you a doll," he smirks at her.