THE EASTERN PROVINCE

ANTONELLA’S POV

My hands and feet were bound and so was my father’s. We have had to take a long walk and were brought to the Eastern Province. The land looked dead, like it had been cursed or something.

The moment we crossed over into the border, I felt disconnected to my wolf which made me look at my father with questionable eyes.

Freya didn’t seem to need her guards anymore since she had us both right where she wanted up – to be weak and have no means of escape whatsoever.

The grass that should have been green like the ones close to it were dried to their roots and they were covered in ash. Thankfully my feet weren’t bare.

Freya had my father tied a wooden pole where he would have no means to run off or even try to help me.

She then walked towards with and pulled on my arm. She walked up to a place on the field that had this massive hole in it.

I didn’t know why there was a hole there but I didn’t really care, I just wanted her to let us go. When we got to the edge, I stared at her