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Emilia’s POV
As I sat in the car, my gaze fixed on the group of elegantly dressed werewolves before me. The city’s modern skyline loomed in the background, a stark contrast to the hidden power these werewolves held. These werewolves emanated an aura of enigma, yet their fighting prowess was undeniably potent. Adjusting my camera, I discreetly snapped a photo of the rogue pack.
Just as I was engrossed in my discovery, my phone pinged, and I saw a message from Daisy, my cute niece. The text was urgent it seemed like something was brewing in the supernatural world. I opened the message and read with a growing grin.
Daisy: Hey Emilia! Mom says that Dad is planning to sweep her off to the Shadow Clan. Looks like he’s finally succeeding!
I chuckled softly to myself. Oh, those two. They were quite the pair.
My phone buzzed again, a message lighting up the screen. It was from Daisy too. The message informed me that her parents were en route to the Shadow Clan together. A soft chuckle escaped me, amused by the thought of Sophia and Alexander finally finding their way to each other. It was about time.
Without wasting any time, I dialed Alexander’s number, Alexander, with a playful smirk on my face. He answered after a few rings, his deep voice cutting through the line.
“Emilia, what’s the occasion?” he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
“Hey there, Alpha Alexander,” I teased, using my favorite nickname for him. “I heard through the grapevine that you’re finally managing to lure my sister-in-law back to your den. Bravo!”
Alexander let out a low chuckle, his tone tinged with amusement. “You really have a way with words, Emilia. But let’s not celebrate prematurely, shall we?”
I laughed, enjoying our banter. “Of course, of course. But seriously, big brother, make sure you don’t let her get charmed away by any other hunky werewolves.”
His voice held a touch of cold and warning, “You’re impossible, Emilia. Just stop jinxing it.”
I smirked, my amusement unyielding, “Well, can’t help it if my predictions are right on the money.”
Another sigh, a bit more dramatic this time, “I highly doubt that’s a talent. It’s more like an exasperating habit.”
Switching gears, he inquired, “So, any plans of returning to the Shadow Clan?”
I leaned back, affecting a carefree demeanor, “Not just yet. I’ve got my sights set on those rogue werewolves. I’ll track them down and get the intel we need.”
A moment’s pause, then he spoke cautiously, “Just be careful out there, Emilia. I don’t want to hear that you’ve gotten yourself into trouble.”
My grin took on an audacious edge, “Oh, come on. Trouble and I? We’re not on speaking terms.”
He sounded unconvinced, but he relented, “Fine, just keep me updated.”
I couldn’t resist the urge to push a bit further, “And when I do bring you the information, I expect a reward. Say, your grandest hotel?”
He chuckled, a warm sound that reached me through the line, “You really know how to make a deal, Emilia. We’ll see about that.”
After exchanging a few more words, we hung up. As the call ended, my expression shifted from playful to serious. The truth was, beneath my carefree facade, I understood the gravity of the situation. Rogues were a formidable figure, and getting close to them wouldn’t be easy.
I adjusted the camera once more, my focus intensifying as I observed the mysterious werewolves before me. It was time to delve into the shadows and uncover the truth that lay hidden beneath their enigmatic veneer. gravity of the situation. These rogue werewolves were no ordinary threat, and my pursuit of them was far from a game. Adjusting the camera once more, I refocused on the group before me, ready to delve into the shadows and uncover the secrets they held.
In the midst of my observation, the sudden appearance of two cars parked behind mine set off alarm bells in my mind. I had to admit, my initial reaction wasn’t a calm one: This isn’t good.
As I warily glanced over my shoulder, my thoughts raced. Two options presented themselves: flee or face the situation head-on. Deciding to put on a confident facade, I took a deep breath and opened the car door, stepping out onto the pavement. I could feel the weight of their gaze on me as I deliberately adopted a confident stride, my low-cut skirt and high heels amplifying the effect.
Approaching one of the rogues with a flirtatious smile, I exuded an air of charm and allure. In a sultry tone, I initiated the conversation, “Hey there, handsome. I’m here on an invitation from a friend. Mind if I join the party?”
The rogue’s surprise was evident as he locked eyes with me. His calculated expression softened, and he nodded in response. He did, however, request identification. As if anticipating his request, I nonchalantly produced a fake ID, complete with a convincing backstory. Handing it over, I maintained my alluring demeanor, confident that the rogue’s attention was fully captivated.
His gaze shifted from the ID to me, his interest piqued. “You know, you’re not like the usual crowd we have around here,” he remarked, his tone laced with curiosity.
I let out a playful chuckle, “Well, darling, I do like to stand out.”
He grinned, clearly intrigued, “I can see that. So, what’s your story?”
I leaned in slightly, letting the edge of my lips curl into a seductive smile, “Ah, now that’s a mystery I might unravel for you later. But right now, I’m just here to have a good time.”
As the conversation flowed, the other rogues emerged from their cars, their watchful gazes focused on us. I skillfully navigated their inquiries, weaving my words with confidence and charm. Engaging them in light banter, I subtly probed for information, all while maintaining the illusion of a flirtatious encounter.
In the midst of our banter, one of the other rogues chimed in, his tone cautious, “Hey, we haven’t seen you around here before. You sure you’re not one of them hunters?”
I let out a laugh, leaning in and gesturing with a playful smirk, “Hunters? Please, do I look like someone who’s interested in hunting down mystical creatures?”
The rogue raised an eyebrow skeptically, “Can’t be too careful. We’ve had our fair share of unwanted attention.”
I leaned back slightly, a mock expression of innocence playing on my features, “Oh, darling, I promise you, my interests are far more… entertaining.”
Their skepticism seemed to soften a bit, but they weren’t about to drop their guard completely. Another rogue spoke up, a calculating glint in his eyes, “Alright then, mysterious lady. How about a little test? Let’s see if you can prove you’re not just a pretty face.”
I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued, “Oh, I do love a challenge. What do you have in mind?”
He smirked, clearly enjoying this little game, “Tell us something about werewolves that only someone who’s genuinely interested would know.”
I leaned in conspiratorially, my lips curving into a sly smile, “Well, for starters, I’m well aware that silver is more than just a fashion statement for your kind. It’s a weakness, a vulnerability. The touch of silver can burn like fire.”
Their expressions shifted, and the first rogue exchanged a glance with his companions. “Alright, that’s not common knowledge. You might just be telling the truth.”
I grinned, satisfaction curling at the corners of my lips, “Told you I’m not your average partygoer.”
As the chatter continued, the moment came to seize the information I needed. Leaning in closer to the rogue I was conversing with, I let my fingers brush against his arm, a coy smile playing on my lips. “You know, I can’t help but be drawn to a man who stands out from the pack. Someone like your leader, perhaps?”
His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he caught himself, a guarded expression returning. “And why would you be interested in our leader?”
I shrugged, feigning nonchalance, “Curiosity, darling. I’ve heard he’s got quite the reputation. Care to indulge me?”
The rogue hesitated, but curiosity seemed to get the better of him. He leaned in conspiratorially, his voice hushed, “Well, if you really want to know, his name is Adrian. He’s not someone you mess with.”
I maintained my facade, my heart racing with excitement. However, unbeknownst to the rogues, every moment of this exchange was being recorded by a concealed video camera hidden within my chest pin.
I laughed to myself. These rogues don’t seem too bright. What exactly is making Alexander feel challenged? Perhaps they have a cunning leader, Adrian…
With a playful wink, I withdrew slightly, savoring the success of my mission. “Adrian, huh? Sounds intriguing. Maybe I’ll have the pleasure of meeting him tonight.”
As the rogues exchanged knowing glances, my attention momentarily diverted to ensure the concealed camera was still capturing every detail. Mission accomplished, I turned my focus back to the conversation, ready to continue my act as I gathered the intel that could prove crucial for our cause.