deadly plans

Chapter 7

Without any signs of pity, she slit his throat with her claws and licked the blood off her hands.

At the Redmond pack

Robert has become so lean and skinny that his eyes barely open from their sacks.

Day has passed, month has passed, his people were the subject of hardship and slavery.

Dead bodies littered everywhere, the bodies of his citizens.

He knows one thing for certain, he is going to die one day with his head hang over the trees that stand as boundary between his packs and the other packs.

Abigail sobbed quietly in the room she was kept, when two hefty werewolves comes in and dragged her from the prison with them.

They arrived at the Baron Chambers and knocked before they entered.

They pushed her down that her chin hit hard on the linoleum and a slight bruise appeared there.

“Come poured me some wine.” Musk said to her.

“I will never pour a beast a drink.” Abigail replied him.

“You want death as a sentence?” He demanded from her.

“Death is far beyond what I need?” Sh