"Are you sure you don't want me to kill them?" Kieran asked, his voice as calm as ever, without a single worry. "Because I can assure you that I would enjoy doing so, especially the blabber mouth," his eyes went to Steven, and they flashed red when they met with the young wolf's black ones, sending a shiver of fear down his spine.
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"No," Rylee turned to Kieran and shook her head. "Please, no killing."
"Fuck this," Steven replied and picked up his spear, rushing towards Kieran and Rylee.
"Steven no," Rylee yelled, but the young wolf was already suspended in the air by a mysterious force. Rylee turned to Kieran in shock; his hands were crossed on his chest, and Steven was hanging in the air. How was he able to do that? No book said that the nightwalkers practiced black magic, so?
"Decide, Rylee, I am running out of patience," Kieran said rather calmly.
"How-how are you doing that?" She asked, still shocked at what was happening.
