Chapter 11: THE LAST CHILD

“What-“ My voice came out as a cracked whisper, as my throat was still sore from Freya’s violent attack. Alaric however didn’t spare me a glance. His hands were all over Freya, his face filled with worry as he checked if she was okay. The guards began to pull me away and I struggled against their iron like grip. “No, wait please!” My pleas fell on deaf ears as they harshly pulled me away from the forest. They dragged me all the way to an isolated area, far away from the pack. It...