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Allyssa's Point Of View 

Who the hell were those unlucky bastards?
“Ugh!” I squirm as I take a seat on a weirdly smelling couch in a cheap motel. I was topless as I poured strong alcohol on the cut on my arm made by that blue-eyed god.
Bloody bastard!
His blade was no doubt cursed and fortified with powerful dark magic, dark magic powerful enough to hurt a creature like myself. What was he doing with a blade as cursed and dangerous as that?
Why the hell was he after my life? Why did he want me dead too? From out of the billion people in the universe why did it have to be him? Why did the one person I could trust have to be the one who wanted me dead badly? I swear it wasn't fair, but then again, when has my life been either?
From the moment I saw those sparkling blue eyes at the arena I knew it was him, my mate. At first, I was thrilled and glad that I had finally found him and that maybe, for once in this life, I wouldn't be alone anymore, but all that excitement soon faded away when I discovered he was with those other assassins who wanted me dead.
 I admit, my hesitation when fighting him was a mistake, one I don't plan on making ever again. If he wanted me dead then so do I, mate or no mate.
I felt my wolf Alura whimper sadly. Even if it was just in a brief encounter, she had already gotten used to the idea of finally having a mate. After all these long years, she had waited in search of a mate, and finally,y, when she found him, it just couldn't be because he wanted us dead.
She has to get over it. We had to put ourselves first like we have always done all these years.
I changed into a black tank top and put some bandage on my arm. The wound caused by his dagger had already started to heal slowly.
I know I said I should take down any thoughts about the blue-eyed god, but I just couldn't do that. I wanted to know more about him.
He was a witch. Although he didn't use any spells when we fought, which was odd, I could tell he was a witch because of his powerful aura, and Alura couldn't sense he had any wolf. All she could sense was a dangerous darkness surrounding him.
That was all I seem to know about him, and also that the other lady I clawed her arm off called him Death. It must be some kind of alias name.
‘Enough daydreaming about the enemy! At this rate, you will be dreaming about him when you sleep. Don't forget they all are with your uncle and want you dead.’ I heard Vexana, my demon, ring inside my head.
She was right. I needed to cut away these thoughts and get some rest so I could plot what to do next. I needed to get him off my mind.
I closed my eyes, taking her advice to get some rest. My eyes burst open as I began to hear several footsteps running outside of my room.
One… Two…. Four. There are four of them. They must be from Triad, my uncle must have paid them some huge money for them to willingly risk their lives this way.
My door was blown open with magic. A female witch entered, but before she could even mutter a spell or use her magic, I threw a sharp blade that pierced her throat, and she bled to death.
I look at her dead body, my eyes noticing the tattoo of a prism on her wrist.
Triad.
She was working for the deadly organization, along with the people who attacked me before. Since there is no doubt a high bounty on my head, more of these bloody assassins will be coming after me.