Werewolf

Cercei's POV
"How has your day been?" Mam&agrave; inquired, gently placing her bag on the couch and pouring herself a glass of wine. She had just got off work. 
"Fine," I replied quickly, avoiding her gaze.
"You don't have to work, you know. You can stay here and relax, watch some TV," she suggested, studying me closely. We had been living here for two months now. Mam&agrave; had found a job at a local coffee shop, while my Aunt worked at a casino. My Aunt usually came home very late, whereas Mam&agrave; would return at 8 in the evening.
"I don't enjoy being idle; besides, I don't even understand the TV. I don't speak Greek," I gestured toward the small television set in our apartment. I, too, had found a job as a dishwasher at a small restaurant down the street. Initially, I intended to apply as a waitress, but being unable to speak or understand the local language caused a challenge. B

Cercei's POV
"What about Asia?" I overheard my mother and Aunt Melanie discussing, their eyes fixed on a map spread across the dinner table.
"Asia? That's situated on a different continent, Emilia," Aunt Melanie remarked, her gaze lingering on the map. I put down my bag, announcing my arrival.
"Hey," I greeted them, their attention finally turning towards me.
"Oh, sweetie, your dinner is in the fridge," Mam&agrave; pointed towards the refrigerator.
"That's precisely the point, Melanie. If we must flee, we should go far," Mam&agrave; asserted. I opened the fridge and retrieved my meal, placing it in the microwave.
"Asia is quite a distance away; it's bound to be costly," Aunt Melanie voiced, settling into her chair.
"I'm confident we can secure the necessary funds," Mam&agrave; replied with relentless decision.
"Are we running away once again?" I interjected. Both of them turned their gaz

Lucian's' POV
"Dig every damn city on this continent and the next one before  I put a bullet through your skull!" I gripped the collar of one of my men.
Fools! I hurled the empty bottle against the wall after downing its contents in one go. I enjoyed the searing sensation of vodka trickling down my throat. It's the sole bloody thing I can feel right now, apart from anger and desperation.
"Sire," one of my men called out, fear coating his voice. I turned to face him, his body trembling under the intensity of my gaze.
"We've combed through every country, city, island, and nook of Asia, but there's no trace of them," he spoke cautiously.
"Then bloody search elsewhere! Leave! Don't return until you've found them!" I roared. I won't tolerate hearing excuses about failure to locate them. Their very goal is to remain hidden, evading discovery. Hence, we must be ahead of anyone else in our pursu

Cercei's POV
"How has your day been?" Mam&agrave; inquired, gently placing her bag on the couch and pouring herself a glass of wine. She had just got off work. 
"Fine," I replied quickly, avoiding her gaze.
"You don't have to work, you know. You can stay here and relax, watch some TV," she suggested, studying me closely. We had been living here for two months now. Mam&agrave; had found a job at a local coffee shop, while my Aunt worked at a casino. My Aunt usually came home very late, whereas Mam&agrave; would return at 8 in the evening.
"I don't enjoy being idle; besides, I don't even understand the TV. I don't speak Greek," I gestured toward the small television set in our apartment. I, too, had found a job as a dishwasher at a small restaurant down the street. Initially, I intended to apply as a waitress, but being unable to speak or understand the local language caused a challenge. Being a dishwasher, however, required minimal conversation. I simply excelled at cleaning, a skil

Chapter 59 Nicholas Friendly Gesture