Chapter 58
“That bleeding heart of yours will be the death of you. That’s why I tucked mine away,”
That sparkle in her eyes reminded me of Mathilda’s. My sister’s eyes would sparkle like that when she was afraid, it could be the monsters under her bed or the ones across the border. Mathilda was terrified of the humans and with good reason, they wanted us dead.
Abby didn’t say another word, she turned her head and walked off. Her hips swayed from side to side in her model-like walk and I knew she’d be entering the ballroom as though this conversation never happened.
She would shake hands with important people and pretend to be okay, that was her job, but I didn’t believe that she couldn’t be hurt. The worst pain isn’t always the physical one, sometimes our minds concoct something far more painful than a whip slashing against our skin and it’s a pain we have to relive because it thrives off the fear we carry and it doesn’t go away. It’s there every time we close our eyes and it’s different for each person.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost missed the odd smell passing by me.
“What was that?” Trixy asked with distain.
“I don’t know. Do you recognize the smell?”
“No,”
I followed it down the hallway, it was just here, still lingering in the air and it got stronger the closer I got.
“Hello?” I called out. Nobody answered which wasn’t weird considering it wasn’t a werewolf’s smell. Did someone let an animal in?
It was sweet and pungent.
It had to be a rabbit or a squirrel, they were the only animals that came close to the smell that was invading the hallway.
I looked around the corners and, in the den, but there was nothing there and I didn’t hear the squeaks or taps of their paws.
It was odd but the palace was big and the door stood open for the guests tonight so something must’ve gotten past the guards.
I had to choke the laugh that rippled up at the thought of a rabbit running into the ballroom and getting under the women’s dresses or dancing on the table.
This nice little gathering of Valeria’s most important men would turn into a hunt for a fuzzy little creature.
‘Get back here, puppet’
I closed my eyes and dragged my hands down my dress to dry the sweat.
He can mind link me. That sucks to know.
I walked back with a heavy head until I reached the entrance. I lifted my head and straightened my back while cursing the blisters on my feet in these forsaken heels.
When I walked in I saw that everyone had created a path in the center of the room. They stood divided into two groups, all of them watching the king and the council members as they stood around the table.
Darian’s dark eyes grabbed me the second I walked in and seeing him from this distance standing next to some of the most powerful werewolves in the world was terrifying. He was bigger, broader, taller, and calmer than any of them.
The council members had three Dark Guards with them, standing at a safe distance ready to serve their masters. The council members were by no means small or weak, yet they had felt the need for further protection. Darian stood alone, as calm as ever with nobody behind him.
It made me wonder who the council members were really afraid of. Was it us, the common people? or was it Darian- the Lycan king who could easily kill everyone in here without breaking a sweat?
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The Alpha’s Hunt
