---- 279. 'M KEEPING THE SEXY VAMPIRE NARRATOR At last, everyone went their own way, splitting up outside the fortress and even making bets on who would finish first. An hour later, the other werewolf camp was waking up. The man in charge got word that Lord Dracomir himself wanted to give him his answer. He stepped out of his tent calmly, unhurried; he felt he had the upper hand and didn't mind making proud Dracomir wait. Imagine spuring the future heiress for that mangy vampire.

He walked to his horse and set off with a small escort. "Pack up the camp, we're leaving as soon as I'm back!" he ordered one of his men as they galloped through the forest toward the plain. He was surprised to see Dracomiir in the distance with only one man at his side. As he drew closer and the gusts hit him, the wolf general's brows knit tighter.

pulled up several meters away with his four-man escort ---- "How dare you come meet me with a filthy vampire?!" he roared in fury; this felt like a mockery of his fief. "You've betrayed your race, and your answer is more than clear to me!" "No, it's not clear to you," Dracomir replied in a deep voice, making his horse rear, and the man tensed. He remembered this was the only man capable

on alert. The horses whinnied nervously. "'m here to take your army, your fief, and your fortress, to share it with MY WOMAN,

air. "Less talk and more action," Zarek's voice whispered like a venomous snake. "You'll pay dearly for this, Dracomir, let's go, let's go!" the other

almost shit their pants. A full army had burst out of the trees, roaring like savages, and giant wolves were moving among them. "Straight to the fortress, run, run!" No matter how they warned the

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