59. You can't help me get out of here, Sebastian.  Blooming Peace Pack, In the cellar, "Lisa, look at me. Talk to me." Sebestian stared down at his sister on the other side of the cellar, his red swollen eyes wet with tears. He nibbled at his lower lip that was dry and cracked. His skin was a sheet of cracked, bruised, and bleeding mess. Deep marks of silver chain pressing down in his flesh looked darker and redder under the bright afternoon light creeping inside the cellar via the small opening built over his head for the passing of air. His sister won't speak. She had not uttered any word besides whimpering in pain over the impure touches of Julian and the soldiers who walked in to provide them food. "What's made you like this, Lisa? Please, talk. I want to know how Jeremy found you. I've heard the soldiers say the gorgon wolves sent to catch you did not return nor any soldier who had followed you after your flee. Then how? How did

61. Her savior for the rescue   Harsh winds twisted their boats. The waves slapped their skin and eyes, causing them to put the veil of the eyelids over their sight while two guards on each side of the boats ceaselessly propelled through the rough sea waves with oars.    On board, in one of the boats, Alpha Alan tried to look through the winds at their destination ahead. But surprisingly the winds were so turbulent and Alan had to look away given that he could not withstand the hits of plummeting raindrops.    It has been irrationally showering today since morning. Alpha Alan's troop was ready since he announced their expedition mission. However, deep in his heart he was not feeling prepared. Prepared to face her!    It has only been some days. Maybe weeks. To Alan it felt like decades. He was filled with mixed emotions of exhilaration and fear. He couldn't wait to see her, but at the

63. Feeling her pain Alpha Alan's POV    I had wanted to go on my knees and cry when my first gaze fell on her. She was in the corner hiding her face away.   The look of her perished frame turned my hands powerless. The smell of salt from her tears and her dread brushed at my skin. I stood immobile outside her chamber which was as small as a cage used for holding chickens.   There was no room for ventilation except for a small opening in the wall over my head, from which the gust of winds rushed in. They were hard and strong, freezing the walls cold. The bars of the cellar transfused frosty coldness in my palms as I tried to open the lock.   When it didn't budge after several attempts, I snapped it into two pieces. The door split off from a kick as I accessed it with hasty steps. I had not prepared to but as I neared her with a wooden torch in my hand, I doomed to the ground on my knees

65. Time to deal with the tormentors Having placed her down on the cold floor of the church, Alan faced the oracles and their disciples. "She needs medication. Do we have a medic here?"   They were dressed in brown gowns and a metal chain around their necks with a big heavy star pendant hanging before their chests. Their glad eyes gawked at him as one of the oldest ones came forward, nodding his head, "I will take care of the princess, Alpha." He gave a smile of assurance.   "Okay. Take care of her, I have to go look for Sebestian." Alan replied with a nod of his head.   He looked at them all quietly. They had a look of gratification and lots of hope entertaining their facades. They were happy. One can notice serene calmness in their postures while their moist eyes gleamed in happiness.    The elder oracle who has come forward to answer Alan shook his head in recognition. He signalled fe

67.  "It's not my defeat, Alpha Alan, but yours! I might be dying today, you're already dead considering that the mate who should have loved you, loved me. What could be worse than this" — Jeremy Dixon. **** Alan's POV   When I returned, a cloud of tension had emerged over the heads of my beta and his seeming love interest.   "Why do you look so pale?" I observed Elara's astounded glance and followed it inside the assembly hall through the flimsy curtain.    My fist clenched as I watched that dreadful scene unfolding in the room. Jonah was standing with a fire torch and Sebestian was being soaked with Kerosene.    He was on the floor with a twisted arm. He was struggling to pick himself up on his quivering arms but in vain. Jonah pushed him down on the ground with his feet on the face.    "He broke himself and tried to kill Jonah." Adri