Enslaved to the Lycan kings

Tiffany’s POV What do you do when you live in a world that doesn’t accept you for who you are? A world where the werewolves rule over the humans. In a world where you have to fight for high status, a lonely human like me was about to be killed by those in authority. The werewolves! "Kill her," I heard them say; my head was lowered as I was pushed among the werewolves, heading towards the arena where I would be stoned. They call me death, the cursed, a witch, the evil one, and all these other names because I was born with incredible powers of foreseeing the future and healing others. That could have been a regular thing if I were a werewolf or one of the witches, but I am neither of those things. I was born as a human—an abandoned human child who lost her parents the day she was born. According to what I heard, my mother died when she gave birth to me, and my father was killed at a construction site. My aunt, who adopted me, also died a few days after adopting me as her own, and since I had no one, I was shipped away to the orphanage home. "She doesn’t deserve to live after what she's done," The werewolves stared at me with menacing glares as if I had done something wrong by revealing what I saw in my vision. I had warned the Alpha about the idea, but just like everyone else, he ignored my warnings until his entire pack suddenly perished in a night. "How could she, a lowly human, kill an entire wolf pack? She deserved to be beheaded!" Someone shouted and threw something at me. I had no idea what it was, but it made my head pound and bleed. What did I do so wrong? Nothing. If sharing my vision was a bad idea, then none of them should have asked about their fates. They shouldn’t have allowed me to foresee their future. I have no regrets if I die because at least I would be freed from the curse that I call abilities. Maybe I will be released from the life that has always brought sorrow into my life. "Die you, witch!" More stones were thrown at me as we reached the arena. It was called the judgment arena, where humans had been sentenced to death by the werewolves, who despised our kind. That rule is because of the Lycan kings, who ruled over the werewolves and humans with their brutality. I have no idea who they were and never want to learn about them. ‘’kill her!’’ The chanting continued as a group of werewolves gathered around me, ready to end my life. Two men grabbed my hands and chained them to the poles by my sides. "End her pathetic life. She doesn’t deserve to live!’’ they all chanted. I, too, don’t want to live because every day of my life is filled with sadness, so why in the hell should I continue to live? None of them believed me when I said that I didn’t murder the werewolves. They all judged me falsely and gave me no chance to tell them the truth about the vision. While anticipating my death, I looked up to the sun sitting pretty in the sky, shining so bright that staring at it for too long could make me go blind, but I didn’t stop staring, and just then, a vision appeared in my head. "Let her go!" A voice shouted, but I couldn’t see their faces; instead, I saw mine. The chains tied to my hands were broken, and I was freed. I gasped back to reality and knew that whatever I saw was bound to happen. It gave me the assurance that I was going to be okay and probably survive the death sentence. My insides burst with excitement, and I started laughing like a maniac, gaining the attention of everyone in the arena. Why in hell is the witch laughing? "I believe that it is the laughter of her death," Another werewolf said, picking a stone from the ground. The werewolf, a male, threw a rock at me. The stone hit my forehead, making my head ring for a few seconds, but I showed no emotion even though it hurt like hell. Blood trailed down my face, and I ignored it because I knew a certain someone would save me. "You!" I shouted at the man who had thrown a stone at me. The arena grew silent, and everyone stopped talking at once. None of them said anything while waiting for what I had to say. I glared at the man and burst into laughter. "You are going to die soon right here," I told him, as I had seen it in my vision. The man who would save me ripped his heart out, and I saw him die. The vision appeared when I got the idea that I was going to be saved by someone, but I ignored it because I felt that it didn’t matter until the man threw a stone at me. "Your end is near, and I will be here watching as your heart will be ripped out," I laughed at the man. "You are close to your doom!" My laughter intensified. The werewolf, who was bulky in size and bore a resemblance to a giant, moved closer to me and slapped me across the face. "You pathetic witch," he grabbed me by the throat, but the shakiness in his tone didn’t go unnoticed. He was shaking in fear, afraid of what I had said. Right, he should fear me. "If I were you," I grinned wickedly at him. "I will start praying to your goddess to grant me the powers to die quickly because your death is going to be pathetic and gruesome," I told him, but that fueled his anger as he grabbed my throat and tightened his grip around my throat, but I didn’t budge. I should have feared what he was about to do to me, but I didn’t. Instead, I watched as he used all the muscles in his hands, and even the veins in his neck didn’t go unnoticed as he tried so hard to get rid of me. "Die, you witch!" he shouted. Even though I could feel my life being forced out of me, I didn’t show my pain and instead, I closed my eyes, not waiting for my death but for my messiah, who was about to save my life. "The Lycan kings are here!" one in the arena announced. "Let her go," I heard the voice, just like in my vision. My eyes fluttered open as I felt the hands choking me forcefully remove themselves from around my neck. I raised my head to look at the one who had come to save me, and time froze when our eyes met. It wasn’t just a pair of blue eyes staring at me, but green and obsidian. The triple Kings. All three Lycan kings had their eyes on mine, and for a few seconds, it felt as if I were alone with them in the arena. Their eyes held different emotions that I could not fathom, but I felt something strange inside them as I continued staring at them. I felt a rush of excitement surge through me. I had no idea what it meant, but I knew I was connected to them to feel such emotions. One of the Lycans, the one with the blue eyes, placed his fingers on my forehead as he touched the blood trailing down from my forehead to my mouth. "Who did this to her?" his baritone voice was loud, sending shivers down my body. What the hell was this feeling? I have no idea. No one said a word as they kept silent, not answering him. "I said who the hell hit her in the face!" he shouted at them again, but still, he got no response. "I will destroy you if you don’t tell me who did this!" Everyone in the arena started murmuring amongst themselves and began pointing fingers at each other. None of them was ready to say anything because they knew I was right about them. They knew that my visions were correct when I said that the bulky man who had attacked me would die. I grinned wickedly and pointed to the man who almost choked me to death. "He did it," I shouted. Like in my vision, the blue-eyed lycan moved closer to the man and ripped out his heart. The bulky werewolf dropped to the ground with his eyes wide open. Everyone in the arena gasped, and they all started murmuring among themselves. "Silence!" the green-eyed lycan shouted at them. "What is her offense, and why the hell is she tied up like that?" he asked, and the murmuring started again. "I just need to hear one person speak!" The arena went silent, and their leader, the man who had arrested and chained me to the poles, moved forward and bowed his head to the Lycan kings. "Your highness, this human here murdered the moonstone pack!" he announced, sounding so convincing that even the lycan kings wouldn’t need to ask him another question because, according to how he had said it, I was a murderer.