Blaire's Pov
My heart twisted in my gut as I followed the guards who led Indrik out to the centre of the palace grounds. It took all my willpower to stop myself from running toward them and snatching Indrik away from them when they shoved him too hard. I exhaled slowly to prevent making things worse for him. The palace was a dazzling white which was made even more impressive by the way it caught the glow of the early morning sun and lit up under it. The main building and by that, I meant the one storey imposing building that housed all the major rooms (by which I mean the throne room, the meeting chambers, the Alpha's room and, I'm sure you get the gist) of the pack was set in the center of the half moon formation with two relatively smaller yet no less impressive buildings on the sides. I normally would take a moment to admire the beauty of this place like I always did but I couldn't because right in the center of this formation, under the eyes of everyone who cared to watch, my friend was being stripped of his upper robes before being forced to his knees as two men cracked their whips. The first blow sent him sprawling and it took both of my friends holding me down to prevent me from breaking out of the small crowd to help him. Tears poured out of my eyes as I watched them pull him up and continue to flog him like he was some criminal. At a point, I dropped to my knees, bowing my head to the ground, unable to watch it anymore. He was not crying out which I knew must be a huge effort for him but he couldn't help grunting with every stroke of the whip. I placed my hands on my ears to prevent myself from hearing anymore of the sickening sound that filled the air with every stroke of the whip that landed on his flesh. At a point, I raised my eyes to take another look but the sight that met my eyes was so heartbreaking, I had to peel off my eyes immediately, my heart feeling like it would shatter into a million pieces within my chest. His back had been broken in several places by the whips and with the blood running over his back, he was indeed a sorry sight to look at. I wondered how he managed to bear it. I raised my head to scan the crowd and there, standing just beside us were the council members. I desperately tried to meet Beta Green's eyes but it was my mother's eyes that peered into mine instead. I didn't speak but she seemed to get my question perfectly. She shook her head as she looked away. If I didn't know any better, I would have said she looked like she would cry. After what seemed like an eternity of torture, the sound of whip meeting skin finally stopped and I slowly raised my head. I watched as Indrik was helped to his feet. I ran up to him and placed my arms on his shoulders. I almost recoiled from the wetness that I felt under my arms. The blood was very quickly seeping into his clothes. I opened my mouth to speak but the words choked in my throat. I watched as he slowly raised his head and smiled at me. One that did not reach his eyes. "I am okay." He whispered hoarsely. "You don't need to worry about me." He could have fooled me with his originally dull hazel eyes that seemed to have grown even more dull. "Don't do this, please." I whispered, allowing my hands slid from his shoulders and down to his hands. "Don't go to the dungeon." I pleaded desperately even though I knew there was no escaping that now. "You don't have to worry about me, Blaire." I could see that he was trying his best to sound cheerful and upbeat but he could do little to keep the pain out of his voice. "I am doing better than I have been in ages. I will be back in no time, you will see. Just take care of Luna, will you?" The mention of that girl sent the blood roaring in my ears. How could he still mention that girl when she is the reason he is in this predicament? Here he was being led to one of the most dangerous places in the kingdom after having being whipped a hundred times yet the only thing he could think of was that bitch. My hands fell away from him as I clenched them at my sides. I had so many things I still wanted to say to him but the guards had led him away before I had the chance. My body suddenly seemed to have grown too heavy for my legs as my eyes spun and I fell back. I was certain of a hard and painful collision with the ground as I was incapable of stopping myself. Maybe I didn't want to. I heard a dull thump as my upper body hit something that wasn't as hard or as painful as the ground should be. "Uh, are you okay?" I heard a quiet voice ask me but I was too tired to register it, much less reply to the question. "Blaire?" His voice was louder and a little closer to my ears this time, startling me into consciousness as I leapt out of his hands. I looked around but Indrik was long gone and so were most of the crowd. I guessed that they wanted to make sure he really reached the dungeon. I met Ulo's dull black eyes who kept them for a moment before his eyes found something else to focus on. "Are you okay?" He asked again, looking everywhere but in my eyes. "I'm fine!" My voice came out in a harsh whisper as my eyes fell on the patches of blood that stood out on the ground. I clenched my jaws as I scanned for the person who had brought this upon my friend.Luna's Pov I watched as the person who was supposed to be my new owner was stripped and then flogged. My lips pursed as I roved my eyes over the small crowd that had gathered to watch him get flogged. Seeing the expression on some faces, I could tell that they did not really fancy him because how else would you explain watching someone get flogged with a smile on your face? I couldn't blame them though because I was not a huge fan either. Who would be after being bought like a piece of merchandise and then bundled like a sack of farm produce to this strange place? True, my former place was nothing to write home about either but at least, I hadn't been dragged there. I had been surprised by his offer to take my punishment though. That really wasn't an action that I would have expected from someone like him. Sure, he had tried to save me from Bane but I had assumed it was just to convince me to come with him. This though was on a whole new level. I was broken from my musing as I watc
Blaire's Pov"I hate her. I really do loath her. I wish she would be attacked by some stray wolves and ripped into a thousand pieces." These and many more were the thoughts that crossed my mind as I straightened my hair before the mirror in my room. Jamil had shown her to her room. Everyone seemed to be out to get on my nerves. Of all the rooms that they could have given to her, they had to place her in the room that was directly opposite mine. For her own good, I hoped that we would not stumble into each other because then, not even I could stop myself from gouging out her eyes. I gritted my teeth as the brush got caught in my hair. Wincing, I straightened it and continued to brush it. Flashes of Indrik being whipped, the mangled flesh and streaming pool of blood, his painful grunts. I could not get any of it out of my head and the more I thought about it, the more my heart broke and the more my fury grew against the person who had caused it. My reflection stared back at me from th
Blaire's PovI knocked on the door and waited. I was about to knock the second time when the door was opened. I could tell he was surprised to see me with the way his eyes widened. Behind him, I could see his room and truth be told, it was in a sorry state. I could see a boot standing at attention on his bed, clothes strewn all over, and that wasn't even the beginning of it. It goes without saying that Jamil is the worst housekeeper in the entire pack. He noticed my survey and grinned. "There was no rip!" I commented, hoping my eyes were as icy as my words. "Oh, you sure?" He asked, trying to hold back his smile. He finally gave up as he grinned, "alright, there wasn't but it was fun to watch you scurry like that."I huffed, holding back the barrage of words that came to mind. "I need to see you. And Ulo too. I will be waiting." His expression grew serious as he nodded. I turned my back and made my way down the other end of the corridor. This was a pretty impressive building if you
Luna's PovThe guy who had introduced himself as Jamil had led me to this room where he had told me to rest after I had told him I wasn't hungry. A comment that was now proving to have been too hasty. My tummy was rumbling angrily and more frequently now. I looked around the room. It looked pretty old and from the looks, it had not been occupied in a long while. There was a bed, a wall length mirror, a table beside it that had some facial and body care materials, a chair before it. On the wall opposite it stood a built in wardrobe which I had confirmed to have some clothes. A window stood open just above my bed giving me a view into a garden. All of these and nothing of mine. I still couldn't get over how that man had just uprooted me from my life like some plant and brought me here. He hadn't even allowed me to go back home to pick anything up. True, there wasn't really much to pick but still. I reached into my blue gown and exhaled in relief when I found that I still had my necklac
Luna's PovWatching her leave, I was torn between the choice of going back to my room and waiting for my friendly host to return or going after my nemesis. I chose the later although I made sure to not let her know. I figured she would probably be going there or I would run into my host on the way. I must have looked ridiculous, bearing a tray and sneaking after a gorgeously dressed woman. I guess it is true what they say. You can kidnap the waitress from the serving tables but you can never take the serving away from her. The saying is something like that, I guess. I have never really been too good with quotes. Nor with much else, I'm afraid. I sighed as I remembered home. It seemed like an eternity since I had been turned out and now it was starting to seem like I might never be able to go back home. "Look who we have here!" A voice boomed, followed by laughter. I had been so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't realized I had been surrounded by a group of men. I looked up at th
Luna's PovI stared at Jamil like he had suddenly grown a set of horns. "Brothers?" I muttered, almost bursting into laughter at how strange the word felt on my lips. I mean, sure, they had slightly similar hair and eyes (which by the way were worlds apart in the world of color) but did that qualify them to be brothers? I was certain that at least ten people within this premises would share that color with them. Apart from that, they were as different as night and day. Indrik was slender while Leon was a giant and that wasn't even the beginning of it. "Believe it or not but that is the truth. They are half-brothers." Jamil said like that was supposed to explain why Indrik looked like he forgot his family gene in his mother's belly. "That still does not explain why Indrik looks like his elder brother drained him of all his essence." I blurted before I could think. Jamil stared at me with a look of amusement and what looked like pity. I blinked in confusion as I wondered what was goi
Indrik's Pov Cold! Pain! And even more pain! That's all I could think of as I drifted in and out of consciousness on the cold dungeon floor. This room seemed to have been abandoned for years. I had fallen face first into a web of cobwebs, the tiny strands of which I could still feel in my eyes despite my desperate attempts to get them out. In here, I could see the reason why this place is so feared. It is a nightmare. The room is round and tiny. So tiny that I have to either stand on my feet or keep my body curled in a ball with my legs resting on the iron gate that secured the entrance, which I need not say was not very comfortable. Apart from that, the roof seemed to be connected to water of some sort, the source of which I was pretty certain I did not want to know. This water had been perpetually dripping to the rough concrete floor. Overtime, it had managed to crack the floor and algae had grown through it and then spread to the walls. Everywhere was practically covered with tha
Blaire's PovI knocked on the imposing mahogany door and waited. I rocked on my heels, wishing that the door would open as soon as I knocked on it. I raised my hand to knock again when I stopped myself, choosing to distract myself with the environment instead. I was in the main palace building. It was an impressive building that you couldn't help but be awed at. Like the outside, the insides were painted in glowing white. On both sides were different paintings that were so good, they almost looked real. Trust me, I knew how real it looked from experience. Just a little while ago, I had jumped back in fright when I had turned a corner and it had appeared that a wolf was attacking me. It turned out to be one of the paintings but you get the point. There were several paintings, each more impressive than the last. There was one of a huge wolf standing on a plateau and raising his snout to the moon in a howl while other wolves around him bowed. There was another of two wolves standing side