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and her stare met with that of Asteria, popularly recognized as a nemesis. She let out

gain. Asteria held a smirk on her lips and sabotaged her with the silver whip in her hand. Franni instantly flinched to the left and she could feel the heat of the leash on her cheek. "Do you remember those silver whips soaked in wolf's bane?" Franni the Wolf whispered in her head. "If it accidentally hits you, then I won't be there to help. And don't forget, the former mark hasn't healed. " The idiot she called "wolf" taunts her. Franni dismisses her and uses her vampire momentum to charge toward her nemesis, landing a blow to her jaw. It caught her unawares and she spat out blood. Franni speculated that she didn't ex

gs unbearable for her. "Why can't you call upon that vampire strength of yours?" The moron mock

than you." Even though Franni could tell that Junk was punishing her intentionally, she still felt the impulse to help in the fight. "I am sorry fra, just h

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eavy punctures on the belle and Franni felt her life draining away. It was like being hit by a metal hammer

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to the ground. She towers above her and Franni notices that terror is visible and written on her face. All thanks to Junk. She is the reason they are still breathing. Franni could see that Asteria was getting ready to finish her off while she was lying down like a log of wood, unable to protect herself. Feeling helpless and hopeless, she closed her eyes in anticipation of her death. She couldn't even believe it herself that her aunt would end up killing her. Despite her wolf's brutality and hard training. It was true that a battle isn't won by fighting only, but by using strategy. A loud sound of a

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