MasukCrescent’s Pov“I am sorry,”The words echoed through the room, it sounded heavy yet soothing. It sounded so foreign even when it was from his lips. My nails dug into my skin, pinching hard trying to make sure that I jolted awake from the dream that I found myself in.The one where the lycan king stared at me with a soft look in his eyes, apologising to me. The look on his face told me that this wasn’t a usual occurrence. But the look on his face, the remorse, it felt like a crazy imagination.I blinked, that couldn’t be remorse on his face, Anton Storm isn’t a man who knows remorse, all he knows is death, and chaos. Destruction is constructed in his bones and pain; that runs deep in his blood.“You may visit him, but under my supervision,” he said.This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right. The words echoed through my mind. He apologised and now he is telling me that I can see him, Aaron; the same man he had made me whip just to prove a point.What game is he playing? Is this some twisted
Anton’s PovI may have pushed harder than I wanted to.The thought slammed through me harder than I had ever felt. This emotion was new, nothing I had ever known, and it was hard. All that played on my mind was his retreating figure as he disappeared through the throes of people.I have been around many corners of the earth, my hands soiled with so much blood that I barely recognise them anymore. But I have never felt that tug, the pain that clawed through my chest.“You are strange,” Ryan muttered, looking at the boy on the bed.Aaron. He whimpered, his back bruised from how strong the wolf’s bane crawled into his skin. His veins looked bad, the poison was slowly slipping in. I should have let him die in the arena, ended this power he had over Cory.But I didn’t. Cory’s broken look, the tear that slipped down his cheek had become my plague. I clenched my fist, my jaw locked as I glared at the boy who had something that I wanted.Cory’s attention.“You went through the whole hassle to
Crescent’s Pov“You would give your life for him?”I felt nauseous, like I had been punched in the back of my head and a concussion was slowly creeping in. A second ago, he was standing in front of me, staring at me with a bored look on his face. And now, he was here, his hand clamped around my neck.“Yes,” I breathed, choking the words out.He leaned in; I knew he could smell my fear. I could see the way his eyes swirled with excitement, he was a predator, and before him was a mouse trying to be brave. Suddenly he let out a loud laugh, the sound sounded rich, foreign in my ears, something that should never come out of his vile lips.The grip on my neck was long forgotten, in a way his hand felt right just being there on my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, it was obvious that I was slowly losing oxygen to the brain, there was no way I would find this normal.“Too bad Cory, your life is already mine,” he drawled out, releasing his hold on me.I gasped, my lungs screaming as I sucked in a
Crescent’s Pov“We can’t rely on anyone to save us but ourselves,” that was the first thing I learnt as a child. While others played in the sand, making dream homes and cookbooks. I was hidden in the forest, rummaging through twigs and forages, finding anything that I could use for survival.But mother hadn’t warned me of monsters like Anton, the type that slowly breaks through your mind, moulding it into something that feels foreign and lost.My head hung low as I trailed behind him. The sound of his large footsteps was muffled by the loud pulsing in my ears. I could hear the drum, the loud call to the rest of the pack, drawing them to the arena, to witness the breaking of a soul.In all the years that I have lived, and every word of wisdom that my mother had said, today, her words proved useless. Nothing in what she had taught me showed me how I was going to handle this situation.He had been kind, fed me, and made me bring down my walls thinking that I was out of the dip. And when
Crescent’s PovHe was a storm. Crashing through me, his eyes felt like hot coal, burning through my veins. “Please, Anton,” I whimpered, my knees sore from how hard I had dropped to the floor.This was survival. Not weakness. I was beginning to understand why they whispered the word cursed lycan prince in the shadows. Mother wasn’t wrong when she said some things are better left unexperienced.My eyes darted back to the plates sprawled on the floor, the steak; the one thing I had always been curious about had become a bane of my existence.I wanted to beg more, cry harder the second he said he was getting me something to eat. The thought of being fed another… I couldn’t even get myself to say it. I couldn’t blame anyone for this either way, because it was all my fault.And now, Aaron was also in danger.My heart pounded in my chest, begging to be let out of my chest. My mouth had been dry, as if I had a mouthful of ash in it. And Anton? He had that same expression on his face, giving
Anton’s PovTurns out I couldn’t wait for the truth. I enjoy the long game of misery and mental torture, but with Cory, I had no such trait. It was as if his presence made me forget everything I had ever learnt.He squirmed, his lips trembling as he stared at the plate in horror. He was imagining the worst and I was enjoying his despair. It was either this or have Aaron’s head on a spike.“Cory, don’t waste my food,” I drawled out, putting a mouthful of meat in my mouth as I chewed. His eyes widened; his lips clamped as if he was holding back his vomit.The guard groaned, still clutching his injured hand. I was going to kill him later, but not just yet, I needed Cory to understand that his actions had consequences.“Come here,” I commanded, angry at the way he was staring at his plate with teary eyes.I should have told him that the meat before him was cow meat and not the guard’s cut-off arm. But what fun would that be if I did? The greatest way to hold a man down is to let them see







