“LACHLAN!” Zakari yelled out in anger.
The moment he had reached the lower floor of their prison, he had heard the angry words, and lashes and the whimpers. He was enraged and furious and rushed forward, seeing his older brother with an arm raised in the air, the whip of silver dripping blood and he was about to bring it down again. Zakari had rushed forward, yelling his name and grabbed his arm, holding him back from making any more lashes against Winter’s damaged back.
Zakari’s eyes travelled to the young girl, on the floor, bare backed and in rags that barely gave her any dignity. Her hair was a mess, she was covered in so many wounds and she hardly was moving, blood covering the ground around her. It was a horrible sight to see and it pained Zakari to see his little sister in such a
