THE GALLOW

Freya had only managed to lay on her bed when Ariel's condescending laughter woke her up. “What now?” she mumbled to herself.

“Guess who's in luck?” Ariel questioned.

“You?”

“Oh, dear,” she croaked. Ariel snapped her fingers and Freya's cell was opened. “Alpha Ares wants the execution now. I guess he got tired of your presence,” she happily announced.

Hearing that, Freya's heart sank. She was getting killed sooner than she had expected.

Before she could utter a word, strong arms gripped her, dragging her unwilling body out. “Ariel, if I get the chance to survive this, I promise you, your head will be on a stick. I don't care if your father put you up to this or if you willingly decided to,” she ranted, bashing the men holding her.

“Oh, well. Empty threats. A dead girl can't come back for revenge.”

Freya had been dragged to the eager crowd outside. They were roaring and enjoying their merriment. A burning fire had also been lit in the middle, exposing the gallow by the side.

“Tonight,