SYZARION’S POV.
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“You monsters! Get away from my daughter!” my mother cried out.
Gelion chuckled, his sick, twisted lust aimed at her.
“You’re next, Queen,” he leered, reaching for her.
Dregan appeared, seizing Gelion’s arm. His eyes studied my mother. “Not her. Our benefactor wants her untouched,” he told Gelion, who snarled in annoyance before turning away.
My mother could only watch as Salina lay broken, unable to speak or scream.
“Take her to my room. She’ll keep me entertained all night,” Gelion muttered, and my sister was dragged away.
I lay paralyzed, wolfsbane burning through my veins, unable to speak or fight for my family.
“Derek, you bastard! Where is my sister?” I murmured with the last of my strength. I tried to roar, but only a rasp left my throat.
Hours bled
