The Alpha's Assassin Mate
a perfect execution and assassination and Amelia Whittaker won't be deterred from th
nroy, the Lycan king of the
ud on the ground shadowed. The cream stone craving of the castle's walls almost seemed grey due to th
from bamboo. It had holes on both side and a poisoned pine broken from orange trees laid inside, Amelia brought it to her mouth and blew sharply in it, her harsh bre
wisted in
'Alpha Conroy's pack house' as she scaled over the tall brick fen
e watery smile on her mother's face peering down at her as she breathed he
of weaknesses, tea
h to calm her frayed nerves. She wasn't scared, no, that wasn't it. Amelia had never been scared ever s
imply ove
ed enough cover for the time being, she knew she didn't have long till they would circle round the castle to where she hid. Her heart thudded in her chest as she thought of what next to do. Then she smiled, carefully and noiselessly pulling o
hough they could not see her yet, they were gaining on her. She increased her speed, running out of the castle through the back gate and then fortunately, she saw a live squirrel resting
ecipher if the blood they smelt was truly the animals, Amelia like the ghost she was trained to be disappeare
eaking into the castle. She pictured the map lying back on the jagged table in the m
e hardness. At last she found her way in the darkness to
ed, it wa
g werewolves, to leave their doors open. They were so arrogant that they think no one can dare to touch them. 'Ah well, I wonder how
d might hinder a perfectly laid out plan. Amelia knew
fortress, willing her eyes to acclimatize with the dark interior of
er the hunk of a wolf, lying asleep
d leave, forsaking the mission or she could be very careful while walking by the
er hands never left the silver blade attached to her hip and she was almost past him as she raised her leg to step over his tail, her hand brushed a vase placed carefully on a table and it started a descent to the floor. Her eyes widen in horror as the vase almost made contact with the m