Chapter 8

Greyson

Noah took the end of the hallway, moping upward while I started from the other end to meet up with him at the center.

We take shifts in different catalogs of work, and today we landed on mopping the king's hallway, the royal family wing. This chamber is prohibited to slaves and servants except if we are posted for duties here, so that explains why I am sponging the wine stain on the rug.

It came off after a few scrubbing, I proceeded to dust the statues and paintings on the wall. The paintings were so old but the materials were fine and that shows off a great artist craft.

Among these paintings was one that belonged to the old king of the blood moon pack, the one who ambushed my pack, killed my parents and my people and enslaved us here for over a hundred years.

King Cyprus.

I looked at Noah, he was focused in his work. My engraved spirit surfaced, and I took the sponge to scrub the canvas.

However, as I raised the sponge to the painting,

“Hey! What are you doing?”

Fuck!

My