The Lost Queen

Noah's breathing was turning rugged. With the tight grip of the demon on his neck. His lips trembled and his face was blood red. Showing the supply of his oxygen was constrained.

Yet despite his state. He doesn't beg those dark eyes for mercy.

He knew he deserved this.

He felt his insides churn seeing no hint of Hazel in them. With both the pupils and iris dark black. There was no white portion in her eyes.

And he feared he may have lost her.

" Son"

"Noah!"

Charlie and the others rush forward to help but they are stopped when the demon looks up and a dark circle surrounds Noah. The second their bodies come in contact with it, it's imaginary periphery throws them back in the air.

And they groan in pain. Feeling too helpless.

Looking back at the boy ,the demon continues to choke. Tilting it's head in sadism. Enjoying the werewolf king begging under him.

"Kill me but... let her go... please...she is innocent."

The demon chuckles. Finding humour in this. To nod,it's voice cold and danger