The moment the members of the special forces broke down the door of the room, what greeted their eyes was Mila, who had been caught by Claire with a gun pointed at her head while a woman was standing near them with a confused expression.

But, of course they didn't really care about Aaric because their focus now was solely on the vampire.

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The special forces have heard news about a lab being attacked by a group of vampires and received special orders to retrieve their escaped research object.

"Good job, Lieutenant." A member of the special forces approached Claire, he seemed to be smiling with satisfaction as he removed the black mask that covered half of his face.

"I will escort her myself," Claire said as the man who called her Lieutenant was about to take custody of Mila from her own hands. "Just get the car ready, I will take care of her."

Meanwhile, two members of the special forces came up to Aaric and flanked him on either side to take him out of the room.

"This way, please," one of them said, forcing Aaric to leave the place quite politely. "I know you are quite surprised, but things have been handled well."

Handled well?! Aaric grumbled. There was nothing well about what was happening now!

Aaric seemed reluctant to leave, but if he insisted on staying back then they would get suspicious and he wasn't sure the shifter would be trustful enough to keep his true identity a secret, but what about Mila?

"She is my friend." Aaric nodded toward Claire. "Can I stay with her? I feel assured with people I know." At last, Aaric tried using the only thing he could think of right now.

"No, you can't do that, there are things to be done here," replied the same man firmly. This time, he grabbed Aaric's arm quite strongly, making him inevitably have to walk out of the room. "Come, over here."

Aaric then glanced at Mila worriedly, but it didn't seem like the girl felt the same way as him, as she looked calm under Claire's watch, while the shifter was speaking seriously to the one who first approached them.

After that, Aaric couldn't see what they were doing anymore as he was forcibly taken out of the room and into a different room.

"For a while, you can stay here," said the special forces member who brought him away. "Later there will be a doctor who will see if you are injured or not."

"I am not injured," Aaric tried to explain himself. He didn't want to be in this room while Mila was being watched by other beings.

Damn! The girl didn't even try to run away or stay with him. Does Mila really want to return to the vampire world? To a palace that was more like a prison?

If only she had remembered everything, then this situation would have been much easier for both of them. Now she was under the protection of the shifter and it was only a matter of time until Mila was in the hands of the vampire king once again.

This was not a good sign.

Aaric paced back and forth inside the room, trying to hear what was going on outside, but there was nothing he could hear except the footsteps of the members of the special force, who were walking hastily in the corridor.

Aaric grew more restless as the sound of the footsteps grew farther and farther away, indicating that they were already preparing to leave.

And when Aaric decided to leave the room, someone entered the room he was locked in. It was a middle-aged man who was wearing the same black uniform as the special forces, but he was carrying a small bag which contained his medical equipment.

"Sit down," he commanded as he walked into the room, nodding toward the only sofa there. "I will check your wounds."

"I am not hurt at all," Aaric tried to protest, but the middle-aged man grabbed his arm and pulled him to sit on the sofa he pointed out.

"Let me examine you so I can be sure that you are really not hurt, because otherwise you will get infected and I assure you that you don't want to know what will happen to you later," the doctor said in a very firm tone.

Meanwhile, Aaric obeyed the man's words, but when the doctor was about to touch him, he grabbed his arm first and glared at him.

"What are you…" However, the doctor didn't have time to finish his sentence when he felt that something was strange with his body.

At first he didn't understand, but when the darkness drowned his consciousness, it was too late for him to ask for help because after that, he couldn't do anything anymore or even think clearly.

And in the next second, Ellen closed her eyes and stopped breathing. Her body fell onto the back of the sofa and she would never move again.