“Go,” I said before watching her cross the line. Only to see Alex reach out for her hand. I nodded my head at him. I didn’t realize he was following me. I looked up to the heavens,
“Please let them make it home safely.” I begged before I was yanked. “WALK” Roan yelled at me.
"Why are you doing this Roan, I thought you were my friend?" I asked quietly as he continued to push me ahead of him.
"You thought wrong" was all he said. I kept turning back to look into his eyes but all I saw was darkness. I couldn't even see that man, that I once told everything to or the man who would always take me out to get ice cream. Now, all that stood in its place is the ghost of a man.
While I kept walking, I couldn't help but think; this isn't Roan. He would never do this. He loves me. But then there is also another part of me that understands that it is his duty to serve the Royals. Meaning following King Richards every word.
If King Richard wanted me dead then by fault Roan wanted me dead. That caused me heartache in some way.
Soon enough we made it back to the castle. However, they didn't lead me through the castle much like I expected. Instead, they lead me straight to the dungeon where no doubt they are going to torture me before killing me.
Next thing I know I am shoved in a cell with a person who is very thin and beaten to an unrecognizable state. Hair is so matted and dried with blood it looks as if it is dreaded. I can't tell whether it is female or male I can't smell anything either.
Normally I would be able to smell whether it was a rogue or someone in the royal territory? Or even if it was from a different pack. They all have different kinds of smells. So the question is what did they do to get in here? Is he or she a witch? They won't look up. So it is hard to tell anything.
I stood at the cell doors as Roan walked away. How could he do this? It is me we are talking about here. I can't help but wonder if James and the rest are involved too…
I looked around the cell and noticed a little girl probably aged 3 or 4 huddled up next to the man or woman.
What is she doing here? It is the law that children can't be placed in the dungeons and they can't be tortured. This little girl has already gone through so much at such a young age.
I heard moaning and screaming from further into the dungeon and the sound of whips hitting flesh. I could smell the fresh blood. I finally sat down.
My wolf is on edge, but she is in the dungeon somewhere she has been a couple of times, she just never was the one in the cell getting tortured. She was the torturer.
"Estelle" I heard very quietly. Again the voice said my name. After 2 more times, I finally looked around. If the person hadn't lifted their heads I probably would've thought I was imagining it.
There in front of me was someone who I ever expected to see. Queen Sydney. She was beaten to a pulp one eye swollen completely shut, dried blood on her face. Dried blood everywhere. She was dressed in ragged clothes stained with her blood. But as I got closer I really saw her. My mother. My Queen.
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