Alle Kapitel von Thrown Into The Lycan's Den: Kapitel 171 – Kapitel 180

Alasia's POV:I continued to lie there scared, not knowing what to do. Why was I placed in this kind of position? To which I would have to kill the only person who was ever nice to me. The only person who ever meant anything to me other than Brazen. The only person who did what was necessary so that I knew I was safe. My stepfather never did anything like that for me. The only thing he did was flaunt me in front of his cousin, Bo. My mother was the only other person that seemed to care, but she was no longer living. She left me all those years ago to put up with my stepfather all while watching out for my little brother. In a way, I hated her for leaving, as I did not know why she left us. I still loved her dearly and yet, I miss her more than anything. I was so upset at everything, I did not bother to stop the tears as they ran steadily from my eyes. I was looking to the side and could tell they were starting to make a small puddle in the center of Rameric's ch

Rameric's POV:I had to say, I ate a lot of what was provided at that morning's roast. My mate, on the other hand, barely ate anything as she mainly picked through what I placed on her plate. I would even offer her to take another bite of something, and she would kindly take it from me, nibble on it, and then set most of it back down on the plate again along with everything else in front of her. When Raiven had one of my Warriors retrieve some of the fresh spring water, she did seem to drink that though. Plenty of it to be exact, as I believe she was on her third glass by the end of the meal. I even looked over at Raiven several times as we both shared a look at her, although she did not seem to notice as her gaze was mostly down. He had that sorrowful look on his face as well as I felt about it. We both knew something was going on but not exactly what. I am not sure if it had anything to do with what happened last night or before we both laid down to rest. I just

Alasia's POV:What is going on? Where was he going? I could not believe this was happening. We were supposed to be heading somewhere else, only there was an issue that caused a delay even before we got there. I watched him run away from me after I gave him my answer. He immediately turned around to run over and check on that one woman as she had her wrists bound in front of her. From what I could tell, it looked like she was trying to hide from somebody or someone. As I thought about it further, I remembered how that felt and knew exactly what she was going through as I recently found myself tied up. I sat there, watching all this play out before my eyes as I held the reins delicately in my hands. As I looked down at the thin strips of leather, I thought to myself. Would it really come to that? Would it really come to the fact that I would be forced to flee and leave Rameric behind? I knew he would be attending to the young woman or whoever else that needed his

Rameric's POV:What in the name of all the things that have gone wrong, is going on here?! When we arrived at this small village called the Village of Sorghum, the last thing I was anticipating was anyone needing my help. It was supposed to be a peaceful and quiet village where they grew and sold sugarcane that was used around our nation. The last thing I expected was to find several pillars of smoke rising from buildings located within the central area of the village.However, upon our arrival, I did not know what they were up against. That was until I heard one particular name being mentioned by a young woman who was in distress. As I stood there with the young woman who was bound by her wrists. She told me she was trying to hide from her uncle. She also previously told me his name was Midas, and he was going to sell her to become a slave as his wife was sick and needed treatment. It is not the fact that I did not believe her as she was showing signs evident in her

Rameric's POV:We went around the opposite side of the building, not having to worry about being seen, as most of the villagers were already in the central part of the village. They were trying to put out some of the fires these invaders started. At least there were not a lot of children in this particular village. It was run by older, more experienced farmers. Rager made sure to keep the young woman close, as he would nudge her with his nose periodically to keep her moving along the path we were headed. She was sobbing lightly as we went along. I was pleased that she was not too loud with her sobs as the last thing I wanted was to draw any more unnecessary attention as to our presence. When we got to where we could see what was going on in the central part of the village, I noticed that there were only two more guards standing there next to the caged wagon. One was standing on the ground by the back, and the other one was still sitting on the front seat, waiting