“She hasn't woken yet, your men must've given her too much of that drug!” She complained, irritation lacing on her words.“She'll wake when it wears off.” Seth shot back, his tone dripping with annoyance. Angry that she's unsatisfied with anything he does.“This better not make Clyde turn beast mode on us. I expected you to capture both of them.” She retorted sharply.“Well, he wasn't home.” he shrugged, dismissing her reprimand.He left Danielle and strode somewhere else.“Next time wait till he is.” she chipped in, her voice raising to the ceiling.He scowled, muttering under his breath, "Ungrateful bit—"“You said something?" she asked, her sharp ears catching his mumbled insult."No... I meant, yes. Yes ma'am__ I'll do better next time" he quickly corrected himself, forcing a smile, his tone bordering on mockery.She looked at him suspiciously, “Now listen to me.” her eyes dimmed, her voice commanding.“Try not to lay any of those filthy hands of yours on her. She's not your play

He sighed and pinched his nose bridge. “Danielle has been kidnapped.” He said calmly, his breath was sharp and deep, finally he got himself to say it.They stood, quiet and calm, their faces betrayed no emotion.“What?” Clyde was agitated. “Won't you guys say something?” He asked, annoyance evident in his tone.“We're waiting for your orders, Young master.” They responded calm and professional.He sighed.They were right—his orders.He should've handled this professionally and less emotional just as he was taught in training than let sentiment cloud his judgement and thinking.“I need more men!” He repeated, his tone low but audible. “I need men that'll sweep through the entire empire until Seth Mandeep is found and apprehended.” he spoke, his tone deep and icy.“You order we execute!” They said, “Your wish is our command.”“Danielle must be rescued alive!” He emphasized.“Roger.” They saluted. “No worries Master, this matter is settled, you're in safe hands.” Craig said, his face sta

Clyde stood in front of the large glass window in his chamber, hands behind his back, his mind lost in thought. The night sky was dark, but the moon cast a faint silver glow across the city. From here, he could see the vastness of his estate, the territory of the Darkfang Clan stretching beyond the horizon.Tonight would mark the beginning of a war that had been brewing for years.Danielle’s face flickered through his mind again. The thought of her trapped in Seth’s hands made his jaw clench. He should be the one to get her out. He should be the one by her side, but he couldn't afford to risk the mission. If things went wrong, Danielle would suffer, and he wouldn’t allow that.A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts."Come in," he ordered, his voice steady.Craig entered, his expression serious. "Everything is set. We’ll be moving in an hour."Clyde turned to face him. "Good."Craig hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Are you sure about splitting the team like this

The day was hot, the sun shone over the battlefield. Blood stained the ground, smoke curled into the sky, and the scent of death filled the air. But Clyde had no time for the fallen. His heart thundered in his chest as he gripped his sword tighter.Danielle was gone.Again.Clyde inhaled deeply, forcing himself to stay calm. Anger was useful, but only if controlled. His vision sharpened, his mind focused. There was no room for failure. Whoever took her, whoever dared to use her as bait would learn the true wrath of the Darkfang Clan.He turned to his men, their faces streaked with blood and sweat."Spread out," he ordered, his voice cutting through the night air. "Track every scent, every footprint. Someone knows where they took her.""Yes, Master!" they responded in unison before dispersing like shadows into the ruined battlefield.Clyde’s earpiece crackle."Master, we found a lead," Walex’s voice came through."Talk.""A survivor. One of the mercenaries from the Villains. He’s wound

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