DreamersGN Chapter 210: He Wants to Silence Them!
Chapter 210: He Wants to Silence Them!
Jude Gale paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"No wonder I chose her; she’s got a sharp mind."
He took a few steps towards Seraphina Caldwell and raised his hand to pinch her chin.
"The perceptive female is the most likable."
Seraphina instinctively turned her face aside and shrank her shoulders when his icy fingers touched her chin.
Her eyelashes quivered slightly, yet her tone remained gentle.
"Okay, let’s set out."
Of course, Jude Gale could hear the slight resistance, but he didn’t care.
This gentle yet obedient young female would eventually be shaped by him, becoming entirely his person.
He’s not in a hurry; he has plenty of time.
He looked down at her, his gaze first landing on the clear snake-shaped mark on her collarbone.
That was Wyatt Yardley’s bond mark, the symbol of the first Beast Husband’s identity.
A flash of malice briefly crossed his eyes.
Then, his gaze shifted to the newly emerged Celestial Crane mark on her shoulder.
And after just a few hours, did she already hook up with that white crane?
He sneered inwardly.
That crane was quite cunning, hiding its head in the forest after escorting her to the cave entrance.
But no matter how much they hide, he’ll eventually eliminate all the males around them, leaving none.
Once a bonded Beast Husband dies, the marks vanish along with him.
If the first Beast Husband were to die, the subsequent marks would move to the collarbone to fill in the gap.
By then, his mark will occupy the most prominent position.
He won’t tolerate a shred of impurity.
His female can only bear his imprint; all others must be erased.
Seraphina followed closely behind Jude Gale, step by step, as they headed out.
The rain outside hadn’t ceased, fine droplets striking her face, mixed with the mountain wind that drilled straight into her collar.
But not long after stepping out of the cave, Jude Gale suddenly halted.
"What’s wrong?"
Seraphina’s heart sank sharply, blurting out.
He turned his head to glance at her, a cryptic smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Forgot something, wait here."
His footsteps paused slightly, and before the sound fully faded.
His figure swiftly darted towards the cave entrance.
He’s going back to silence them.
Wyatt Yardley’s group must be thoroughly eliminated, not one left alive.
Since they set foot into this area, those people had no chance of leaving alive.
Now the time was ripe; he wouldn’t leave any future trouble.
Those inside the cave had no idea what was happening outside, nor would they suspect the real menace was closing in on them now.
Seraphina’s face turned pale abruptly; she understood fully what he had forgotten!
He’s going to kill!
"Evan Orwell!"
Her voice trembled, its clarity stark in the empty forest.
She regretted it the moment the words left her mouth, hurriedly covering it, her eyes fixed on the cave’s direction.
As soon as she spoke, a snow-white figure burst from the underbrush.
The massive white crane rose into the air, its wings unfurled with a faint Blue Rank aura.
The crane was pristine, white as snow, its wing edges gleaming like metal.
Its dive was swift, almost synchronized with lightning.
It dove headlong into the depths of the cave, stirring up a frenzy of air currents.
It was Evan, he had been lurking outside the cave, awaiting her signal.
He knew she would be afraid, would feel pain, but at this moment he couldn’t afford to comfort her.
Mission first, survival foremost.
He was prepared for the worst and ready to pay any price.
Seraphina knew that rushing in would only cause trouble, holding him back.
She gritted her teeth and immediately turned around, sprinting towards the distant Veridia.
Branches whipped against her face, leaving a stinging pain.
She couldn’t become a burden, nor could she let him be distracted.
Staying alive was the only thing she could do now.
She spotted a tree, thick and sturdy, just wide enough to conceal her completely.
The bark was rough and cracked, covered in moss and vines.
The trunk had a hollow indented toward the center, forming a natural shelter.
She sidled in, her back against the tree’s heart.
She tried to fit her body to the contours, avoiding any unusual shape from showing.
The surrounding environment was dim and damp, perfect for hiding.
Hurriedly, she grabbed dry branches nearby and a pile of fallen leaves.
Layer upon layer, she covered herself.
Then she shrank down, clinging tightly to the trunk, her body curled into a small ball.
She kept adjusting, ensuring every branch and leaf was in place.
She pressed a few broken branches on top, piling fragments on the side.
She held her breath, trembling with tension, her teeth nearly chattering, hands squeezed to her chest.
Cold sweat mixed with raindrops slid down her temples, trailing into her collar.
She didn’t dare move, not even a blink, straining to catch every sound around her.
If not for someone coming close to inspect thoroughly.
No one would guess a female was hiding beneath this pile of deadwood and leaves.
The camouflage was successful, indistinguishable from natural debris.
The wind blew past, causing the leaves to sway gently, enhancing the ordinary scene.
She shrank herself to the smallest, her heartbeat slowed to the bare minimum.
All she wished was for time to pass quickly, for everything to end soon.
Soon after, chaos erupted inside the cave, the sounds of fighting loud and terrifying.
Roars and claws shredding the air resounded, shaking debris from the trees.
Waves of air surged outward, trembling the ground slightly.
Seraphina’s lips were bitten white as she didn’t dare breathe deeply, her mind chanting over and over.
Please, heavens, let them hold on...
Evan, don’t fall, Wyatt Yardley’s group should stay safe...
The more complex the situation, the easier to escape.
The wind swept by, carrying a faint scent of blood wafting from the cave.
Her heart clenched tighter and tighter.
Several times, bursts of booming noises erupted suddenly, startling her to almost spring up, only to force herself back down.
The rain continued to fall, pattering against leaves and deadwood.
Suddenly, the Celestial Crane mark on her shoulder burned intensely.
A fierce heat erupted from deep within her skin.
The heat grew stronger, nearly igniting her nerves.
More intense than when Wyatt Yardley’s Beast Seal burned before.
The pain darkened her vision as her teeth ground loudly.
She knew, this was the Contract Seal responding.
Evan was fighting desperately inside; the burning pain meant he was severely injured?
Every time the mark heated up, it was an external force impacting the contract.
And this time, the impact came so violently.
Indicating the battle inside reached a life-and-death juncture.
She dared not think further.
Her mind echoed Evan’s words said before setting off.
She could only shrink smaller, her back pressed against the cold trunk.
Let the feeling of burning keep sprawling into her mind, blurring her consciousness.
Until a long time later, the heat slowly dissipated.
She still dared not lift her clothes to check if the mark remained.
Sweat soaked the fabric on her shoulders.
The cold wind blew through, chilling her to the bone, but she still dared not move.
She feared discovering it was gone with just one reach, feared Evan might have... No!
The thought barely surfaced before she forcefully suppressed it again.
She couldn’t entertain the idea or allow herself to lose hope.
The clamor inside the cave had unknowingly fallen silent.
The surroundings suddenly felt eerily quiet.
Leaving only the rain dripping onto leaves and her rapid breathing.
Seraphina’s heart leapt to her throat.
She wanted to rush back for a peek, even just a glance would suffice.