Chapter 110

There is no man to be feared like a lycan with a dagger.

"Seeing how you are here, Anderson must have helped you. Damn a coward who can't even declare war head on."

Alexander's eyes slowly moved to focus on Eleanor, his eyes thinning with hate. "You are still the same loud mouthed bitch."

"You are still the same empty vessel," she replied, venom lacing her voice sharp enough to feel like a dagger in itself. Like if she could kill him with just her eyes and her words, she would absolutely do it.

By now, each soldier was behind their camp, Eleanor staying adamantly beside Conaan, her eyes set in every shade and hue of death.

Alexander gave a small smile, then suddenly grabbed a knife. Before anyone could say a word, he swung it right at Eleanor. She started to move, but did not quite need to.

Conaan grabbed the knife mid air, then turned it, sending it right back. Alexander acted fast, and the soldier behind him gave a choking sound, before he fell.