Chapter Forty Two

War;

Sarah watched Arkyn and his pack members leave. Why was he here? What had James done? She walked into the hall and stopped short. Her chest tight, her stomach twisting in fear. Her eyes spotted the blood puddle first. Her new black high heels stopped just in front of it. She followed the blood with her eyes to the source. A decapitated body laid on the ground. The head inches from it. She relaxed a little bit seeing the head did not belong to her son.

A loud yell bursted through the hall, she took a step back it catching off guard as she looked to where the noise was coming from. James stood on the stage his body shaking, his fist clenched. Sweat beaded across his forehead. The yell came out in a force desperate burst. As if he had been holding it in. The members around him were all froze to their spots. The slaves around him cowering in fear.

“We are going to war!” James announced loudly.

“What?” Sarah whispered but it was loud enough for it to travel to James.

James' eyes fl