Page 39 of Queen of Vengeance

The strong summer breeze brushing through the secluded area again displaced my hair.

The wind, however, was more assertive this time than before, causing me to raise my head. Someone was calling me, but I looked around to find no one.

My eyes raised to the trees as they rustled from the wind.

Anyone would have thought we were suffering a hurricane.

Then, as suddenly as the hurricane started, it stopped, and all the leaves and late blossoms began falling from the trees.

The sight was certainly something to behold.

At that moment, I didn’t feel alone anymore. I was almost too excited to admit it, fearing I might be disappointed. “Mom? Dad?”

Everything was silent now, including my heart.

I stood stark still as I felt unusually calm—the same way I felt when one of my parents would put their hand on my shoulder and tell me everything would be alright. “I know that if you were still here, you would tell me that I needed to follow my heart…Because deep down, I know what’s right.”

Silence still followed my words, but I had my answer.

Imade my journey through my village of Dask.

The villagers were just ending their work and turning in for dinner. They paid no mind to me walking down the dirt road or leaving the village.

The Solare had just dipped below the horizon, causing the temperature to drop significantly as I reached the BPR headquarters.

The BPR policed the paranormal societies and kept the peace. They were the exact right people you went to when you saw someone doing something terrible. Although, admittedly, the last time I spoke to a BPR agent, they weren’t exactly helpful.

Two guards in finely pressed charcoal suits stood at the front door.

“Hello, excuse me, I’d like to—” I started to say before I was interrupted.

“State your business!” One of them shouted at me.

That’s what I’m trying to do!

I narrowed my eyes at them but bit my tongue before saying something I might regret. “I need to report illegal activity in your district.”

The other guard laughed at me. “You’re gonna have to narrow it down for us, sweetheart. There’s a lot of illegal stuff that happens in your district.”

He emphasized the “your” as if it was dirty.

“I have information on the team of werewolves that robbed the local Healing Center.” It was a miracle that I managed to keep my cool during this conversation.

Their condescension and superiority were more than apparent.

I was now glad I had never met a BPR agent before.

They looked at each other as if exchanging a conversation I wasn’t supposed to be a part of. Then they both reached for either door and opened them for me. “They’ll be able to help you inside.”

I couldn’t even bring myself to throw them a pitiful “Thank you.” Instead, I marched right past them.

The two guards slammed the door shut behind me, leaving me in the darkened gray stone room With a ceiling as high as a cathedral.

There were lines of guards on either side that didn’t say a word or even budge when I walked by them.

I feel like I’m on trial.

Luckily, at the end of the room, there were no guards, just a receptionist sitting at a desk with a singular lamp doing paperwork.

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