was placed over me and I was immediately dragged to my eventual death. "Please! I

torture of the rogues only to be killed. The Royal pack does not take

ds. "What do you think you were doing on our territory!?" One o

haled the air, a scowl settling on his face once more. "She smells like them," He spat, glaring dag

bows hitting the ground painfully. The guard pulled out a leather whip, a

d I could feel them stinging every time I moved. I wanted to leave and escape from th

ed out in fear, backing up against the wall as far as I could. M

as alluring and made me crave for more. This couldn't be

t open and there in front of me was the King of all werewolves

ords. The man, Sebastian I suppose, unchained me and led me to a room; it was nothing extraordinary. Just a bed, desk, and bathroom. "I'm sorry. They didn't know you wer

ing a hand on my shoulder. I flinched away, my arms wound around my torso. "My ribs," I grit though my teeth, excruciating pain spreading though my whole body. "Someone get me a doctor!" He sh