“How can something have this many mental guards?” The hunter hissed, glaring at the giant head she was working on.
“Well, if your theory is correct, then I seriously doubt Kreaos would want to risk anyone undoing his work. I want to know how he managed to subdue it; my own father fell to this beast after all.” Alastar confessed, annoyed to once again be one step behind the mate-killer.
Her father’s words made her freeze. He was right, Kreaos had been there. She only had vague memories of him, mostly he was very kind to her. He was always near her and her mother, to the point that she thought he was a personal guard. Now, though, she was able to see the scene more clearly. Without the blinding fear, she could remember the party, and she could remember Kreaos.
“He tried to make me move.”
