~ Essence POV ~
"Let us handle this piece of s**t, your highness. You were kind enough to give us a chance, unlike those people who tried to kill us. There was not a person in our pack who wanted us… everyone tried to reject our existence.
Why? Just because we are not like them… just because we are hybrids. You not only hired us, but you also gave us a reason to continue this pathetic life.
You are our only hope now and we will do everything in our power to protect you." One of the guys whom I had hired came forward while he was carrying a silver sword.
The use of silver is banned not only in Westross, but also in other kingdoms. They all must be desperately trying to protect themselves from the other packs. Somehow, I feel their pain. Just like them, I am not needed by anyone.
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