Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

270-His Priority!

"No!" I protested as I watched Zane get on the ground, still rubbing his eyes. I didn't know how they made a powder like this but it was supposed to be injected and not just sprinkled into someone's eyes.

"Where did you get this powder from? How are you able to cause hallucinations just by sprinkling it on the eyes?" I yelled at Pamela, who was focusing on the other bottle that she was going to give to Markus to enter Zane's nightmares.

"What?" that's when she stopped and frowned, staring at me blankly.

"You—/ I too shut up when my eyes traveled to Zane, who slowly raised his head and opened his eyes to reveal all black in them.

"You are not supposed to sprinkle it," Zane muttered under his breath, causing shivers down everyone's spine.

I never knew his wolf had all-black eyes but nonetheless, he wasn't under the control of the powder. The only thing that caused him to lose his balance was the powder sprinkling in his mouth.

So I could tell he was a little under the impression but not too much.

"I—," Pamela panicked, reaching for the drawer to grab the other bottle.

"You lied to me. You kept my princess here and—," Zane closed his eyes as he grunted, his eyes focusing on Markus only when they opened.

"She is not yours. She is my food!* Markus yelled as he too started the transition.

I will wrap that filthy tongue of yours around your neck and choke you,* Zane's voice was turning

deep that even I was scared for

was like watching two beasts get ready for a war. Pamela

long branches with

but he wasn't one. He was some ugly creature with scaly skin. Obviously not

a bulkier wolf with black furs. They were so black that almost none of the features could be seen except for his white canines, protruding out. I was a bit taken aback

the wall and broke half of the portion to the ground.

out," I said in heavy breaths. I looked around for a key but

a lot going on outside. The sudden shaking of the building was from the two throwing each other at the

anyone from the surroundings. The house would come crashing down

to be buried under the brick walls and die. I

recalled the bottle Pamela was playing

them ag—-in," Pamela grunted, steadily lifting her head from the ground and pushing her

my

looked so angry at me as

she spoke angrily, grabbing

my head back to shove my pill in my

I am assuming I messed