Draco.
The sentinels took the last shredded body away while Draco dabbed away the blood on his palm. This was a hard decision to take, but he needed to do it. He needed to make the Unbound group that seemed to oppose his reign succumb.
Two nights ago, he’d gone hunting in the woods after Isolde was taken away from his study. Draco had wanted to erase thoughts about his past Isolde uprooted and went into the woods.
Draco had focused on his prey, a deer, after nocking his arrow on the bow and readied himself to strike when he felt a lance pierce the back of his knee. He’d yelped and dropped the bow in haste, only to turn and see the group of males.
“Unbounds!” Draco had growled in anger, targeting the males, armed and ready to kill him. Alfos had laid complaints about the Unbounds. A gr
