BRYN
The wolves took their time returning, servants ready for them with the black robes in their hands. Even there the king was the first. He looked happier than ever, chatting to his supporters, discussing details of the recent slaughtering, and laughing about it. He repulsed me.
“Remember what I told you, Ryn,” Zion whispered, “And do not worry about anything. I'll get you out. Just finish the job and do it fast.”
“Thank you,” I muttered and stood up when everyone else did. Much to my disgust, they all started clapping and cheering for the returned werewolves.
Zion let go of my hand and I knew that his ring doesn't cover us away from everyone anymore. The Duchess looked at me with concern in her eyes.
“Are you alright, my dear?” She asked me, touching my hand in a motherly man
