21. Black werewolf.

"Nick?!"

Glancing down, King Lippana, Crown Prince, and Nick were on their knees, their hands and gaze were on the ground bowing before Lord Edam.

Naya could not discern this drama, how could His Majesty be in such a lowly state? Why aren't they telling him the truth about what the rebels wanted? But reside in silence with fear?

"Your... Majesty!"

She stammered, provoked without fear, completely amused, her fists clenched against her dress, narrowing her gaze up to him.

Lord Edam nudges his head towards his betas, he nods as if communicating inaudibly to them, immediately, two able-bodied men trapped her arms on both sides, dragging her towards the palace.

"Hey! My father did not..."

Abruptly, the beta by her right side flick her by the neck, Tinaya choked in her tirade, her eyes rolled dreamily, gradually she slumber helplessly on their grasp.

After some time, she woke up with a slight headache, hangover, she supported to seat and rub slightly on her spinning head, "ouch" She shook it vulnerably followed by a slight yawn.

On opening her eyes, she startled up; the place is surrounded with darkness, barely was she able to see, out of fright, she squelches to feel the surface she lay on as her leg could feel it wasn't a hard surface, scanning like being blindfolded, a growl of horse hit her, her hands grab dried grasses.

'Omg! Herd house?!'

She rub her body, her hands feel the texture of her dress, it was not the dress she wore but a lining inner dress, her hair was littered with strands of grasses as she caress through.

Her mind skipped.

This could not be happening to her, she tried and recollect what happened to her earlier, instantly, she squelched and curled while her hands support her head, sober.

His Majesty could not have allowed this to happen to her, is she abandoned now? What she said was the truth, why punish her with this?

Suddenly, she felt a dark huge shadow cloud her, she did not want to believe what her instinct just whispered to her; If dried grasses are feed to horses, does that mean she was thrown here to become food for werewolves?

"Hey!" A male husky voice hit her, slow and steady, a heavy pat banged her.

Naya shut her eyes closed indifferent, her jaw hardened, her heart skipped as she feels the shadow closer,

Is it over for her now?

She sob inwardly reluctant to yield to the voice until she feels a hairy hand over her face then tilted her head from the chin, his sharp claws pin her tightly almost to the point of cutting her open, her jaw harden.

Only he can do this to her, he is here to deal with her or possibly kill her? Naya sniffs still with her eyes closed. Along, her heart was skipping with profound beats.

Will no one come to her rescue? Have they all turned their back on her?

She opened her eyes, grief without fear, her face make straight with the body in front of her, she couldn't see a shadow but the grab is real.

It was a black werewolf, she couldn't see because the room is completely dark along with his complexion.

"You dare say to me if am a leader or a killer? But I'm here to give you the answer since the question is asked out Of ones' curiosity. You will become like them anyway."

Naya still grieved, since she has opened her eyes for a while, her eyes could see a little clearer in the dark, and just like her assumption, the body in front of her was a black werewolf but his voice is the same as Lord Edam.

How come his furs changed?

"In my world, a king cannot rule without killing... It's through those shed blood I become stronger and mightier!"

His cocky voice send shivers down her spine, his closeness suffocate her likewise his claws hurt her the more, despite the mess she found herself, Naya grins fearless, her gaze was hard on him,

"Then you're nothing but a fuckhole!"

He retard with smirks, "fuckho...?!"

Naya chuckles mockingly, knowing he does not grab her language, she grief while the claw pin harder.

She feels liquid drip down,

"fuckhole! That's who you are! Not any pinch related to a leader or king!"

"Ugh!" He nods, "Would that be your last word?"

Naya knew she is already out of the boundary, now that he gave her a chance to make the last word...

She sees death smiling at her.

She mumbled, pulling her face closer to him despite the pain on her cheeks, "I don't care much with what you do to me but as a king you are, needs to listen to his people."

"My last advice to you!"

She heard him huffed, but she did not care what that implies, she close her eyes to accept the worst thing to happen.

However, she suddenly feel a reflection of light over her face, her eyes open sharply, beside the werewolf was Nickdrah holding to candlelight,

"Naya!!" He shouted,

Naya could see how frightened he is. He gazes awfully at Lord Edam, immediately, Lord Edam releases her bleeding chin, stood to face Nick.

He broad mightily in his hugeness to confront him, Nick grab and pull Naya up, Naya staggered as if her legs could not hold her stand,

"Are you ok?!" Nick asked out of curiosity,

"Uhn!" she nods simply.

Immediately he push her behind him, however, before Nick could defend, the black werewolf pick him up,

"Nick!" Naya shouted, fears gripped her instantly.

"Just run Naya!" Nick struggled to say, beckon his hand to her,

Naya nod disagreeing, tears already flooding her face, "No! Nick! I can't leave you! Not when you came to rescue me."

As she was denying his pleading, her eyes were scanning to find what she could hit on the werewolf.

Nick struggle with his tight grasp, he Is suffocating from the hard press on his abdomen, however, the candlelight on his hand fell to the ground directly on the dried grasses.

Before Naya could know it, the dried grasses had already caught fire rapidly blooming before her eyes.

A delightful huff escaped from the black werewolf, his lips brushing against Nick's face, with chuckles, he open his hand to release Nick.

Nick yelled, descending into the flaming fire.

Naya staggered, her senses swayed,

"Nick?!"