The Prisoner's Wife Mr. Mavericks
Since the beginning, he has reorganized the Pack leader

The De Albemarle Family

The Irene bedroom

It could be seen the row of uneasiness behind the eyeballs of the girl sitting on an ornamental table chair, she grabbed a music box that was on the little nightstand in front of her for some time, grabbing a small box-shaped necklace pendant.

He then quickly opened the locket and stared at a photo inside for some time, then with a slight hasty movement he immediately closed the locket and then used it quickly.

The girl continued muttering indistinctly, as if chanting a spell inside the room for quite a long time.

Xavier Ireland.

The name slid several times behind his lips, he gazed towards his left side where the large window with its domineering black window bone continued to emit sounds from the glass that was covered as the big tree branch beside his Chamber continued to move swipe the glass.

Irene's eyeballs were now moving towards the night sky, noticing the moon's color was clearly not full.

"Spring season"

Irene nodded slowly.

He threw away his gaze then stared at something in the nightstand drawer before him, slowly reaching for something he had seen just now.

A golden-handled dagger was seen lying there.

It's been 15 years that the dagger is in his bedroom nightstand, one memory hit him for a dozen years ago.

"When you're mature enough, if the current Pack leader of the Grim Reaper comes out, then move on to release yourself and put your soul to sleep temporarily"

A woman spoke while handing the dagger over to her hand slowly.

"Until he is fully awake and able to perfect the Mavericks, promise not to get up before his time"

"I don't want any of you to be wretched, sooner or later they'll realize you're both present''

Irene sighed softly, pulling the dagger quickly, in fact the Woman's speech was not entirely true in the past.

He could see a piece of the future story through his right eye.

It's not okay.

The girl moved closer to the glass window on her left side, opened it quickly and tried to smell the thick scent of the night.

The scent will arrive much earlier at the end of the year.

Inner Irene slowly.

The girl closed her eyeballs for a moment, trying to feel something while hearing something across there.

He could hear the sound of the footsteps of shoes, feet and so forth that rubbed and chased each other, the sound of shouting and screeching of some people, and, even the one voice that he had always heard in his lifetime yet never could he see his face sounded so angry, it seemed like, yelling while cursing at someone Irene thought it must be someone who was hated by the sound of the scream.

"This is the moment he switched your positions"

Irene did not budge, she was silent without any intention of opening her eyeballs.

"I will guard and take you out, leading you towards the real Binder"

Whisper the sound again right behind his right ear.

Irene was still silent, she was unmoved, still cool to enjoy the smell of the night and heard another faintly earthy voice in several directions.

"Do"

The voice whispered again.

Until finally Irene slowly opened her eyeballs, instantly the light of her eyeballs changed even she displayed a facial expression that was so calm and flat.

The girl moved towards the bathroom, filling the water in the tub slowly, waiting for it to fill and fill.

A few seconds later he slowly entered the bathtub, then his hand holding the dagger slowly moved to cut one wrist.

It could be seen fresh blood slowly flowing changing the color of the clear water to redden.

Irene stared at the figure that had been staring at her ever since.

"You know what?"

Suddenly Irene spoke while looking at the woman before her so calmly.

"Don't let my guard down, because when my eyeballs are closed, Leandre will feel my presence, because it's not my real binding grey but Leandre, Theodore'

Irene said as she raised her smile.

"What?"

Getting a statement from Irene, Instantly made the woman choked.

"Arane...what do you mean?"

He was about to ask for an explanation, but the girl he called Arane closed her eyeballs, the bathroom immediately let out a blinding white light.

Theodore instantly moved to grab Arane's body quickly among the millions of questions in his heart.

A few seconds later, several people carried a body exactly like the girl from the tip of her foot to the end of her dead head and swapped her into the bathtub.

"Let De Albemarle's family take care of his funeral as soon as possible"

Theodore brought Arane's body quickly.