Chapter 3

Leena's POV

I see Silas return through the blood running over my eyes. He's holding something long in his hands but I can't quite make out what it is.

Whatever it is, he hands it to my father. "Here father, I feel like this axe will be the proper tool for her discipline. Maybe we can make it her final one and finally be rid of her pig face. I don't understand how she stays this big when we starve her the way we do."

My father shrugs nonchalantly. "She must have gotten crafty with sneaking the food while she was preparing it."

He turns to spit on me. "That won't happen again. We'll keep better inventory of our belongings from now on. This is a very nice axe Silas, wherever did you find it? No matter, it should take care of business just fine." He lifts the axe in the air and prepares to thrust down upon my body.

I brace myself for the impact when everything stills. My father and Silas go into a trance like state, which tells me there's a pack broadcast alerting them of something going on. As soon as it comes to them, they're out of it and their faces look of pure terror, which is something I've never seen in my entire life.

Before they can react any further a blast of dust and rubble surround then and they're projected forward with the collision. As I look toward the source of the blast, I see an enormous figure three times dad's size rise up slowly.

A few more blinks to clear the debris from my eyes and I can make the shape out better. His eyes are dark black and menacing. There's a mark on the corner of his forehead marking him as royalty. My blood runs cold. This is the Lycan king, Damon Saxe.

"Alpha Lancaster Mills, you have been selling secret locations of my men to the Hybrids. For this, your punishment is death." The figure growls out the entire statement and I tremble from fear. I have never felt power of this magnitude radiate from any of the other wolves in my pack.

In an effort to keep myself in what little good standing I had, I scramble to turn myself over in a bow to the ground, but my injuries are too extensive. I must have suffered more than a blow to the head as my abdomen screams in protest with its broken ribs. I clutch them in attempt to save face.

As my face is on the ground, I hear my father scrambling about somewhere to my side. "Your M-m-majesty!" I hear him sputtering about. I can't help but sneer to myself as I hear the fear in his voice that he instilled within me for twenty long years.

I also hear Silas's smaller figure also attempt to scramble into a bow before a squelching sound brings it to a thud. Blood permeates my senses.

"Please, show mercy. I only did it to protect my pack. If I didn't, they surely would have been killed." Lies. A gracious Alpha, he isn't. A selfish and greedy one, that's more like it.

If Lancaster did anything, it was out of pure unadulterated greed. Green is his favorite color because it's the color of money. Whoever he worked with must have offered him enough to give out the royal army's locations.

Nobody but the royal family knows that though. How did Lancaster get ahold of that sensitive intel? That means that he has an informant that is willing to let him take all the glory. Disgusting.

Lancaster is trembling violently next to me. I don't think I've ever witnessed this before. I guess this is what happens when you double-cross royalty.

I have heard stories from the others of King Damon's ruthlessness. After his parents were taken in a crash, he was given the title at only eighteen years old. He barely had his wolf before he was thrown into the role.

Since then, he has ensured he followed the law to the tee. Punishments have been dealt out left and right, some even within the ranks of aristocracy. Regular visits are even made to all the packs to inspect that they're following the law.

After all, it was because of a rogue group of wolves running from a string of robberies that caused his parents' crash. He's become almost obsessive and it's earned him the moniker of the Sharp Edged Lycan king.

A low roar emanating from the man silenced him immediately. I could smell it. Fear. It pours out from him in waves. He knows it and I know it, he isn't going to live for much longer.

Within the next second, the scent of fear turns into the strong, metallic scent of blood. They're dead. They're really dead. Silas and Lancaster! The ones who tormented me my entire life are really dead.

Relief floods me momentarily before I realize that I'm probably next. Instead of being afraid, I welcome the thought. At least my miserable existence would be over with. As I brace myself for the killing blow, I sense hesitation.

Anger rises within me. What happened to doling out the justice that my pack deserves? This was the ruthless king for Goddess's sake! What is he waiting for?

I can hear him having a conversation with himself. No, not himself. There's a voice coming from within him. He's having an argument with his wolf.

Is his wolf trying to keep him from killing me? Or is it trying to make sure he sticks to the law and it wants me dead? The conversation is over as quick as it begins and I hear his heavy footsteps coming to me.

While I can't see what he's doing, I can hear that he's standing over me and looking. He's probably thinking of the best way to take me out. Honestly he could just hit me in the head one more time and it would do the trick.

I'm already so weak and I can feel myself on the brink of passing out into the next world. If only he would just make it quick and show me mercy. This is my dying wish.