Halik chuckled. Blackfang cringed as the sound of his leader’s trousers unzipping filled the air. His fellow men chuckled, all standing with arms crossed and deviant smiles.
“Mother,” Selene whimpered.
“Leave her alone. Stop.” Morlana screamed, fighting to break free. “What is wrong with you people? Help her? This is sick!” she cried, pleading to anyone who would hear.
After what seemed like a nightmarish eternity, Halik squeezed Helena’s head and stepped away groaning. His men restrained her as she kneeled, staring back into his eyes, defiant and wrathful. Helena spat at his shoe, leaving a slopping thud of viscous resentment dripping from the tattered leather to the floor beneath his boot. Helena looked into her husband’s eyes. Her gaze was filled with fire and sure of her words to co
