Chapter Thirty Eight

Where was he? Where was Thane.

The whole hall grew silent, and I noticed why, he just walked in. He was shirtless, only in a pair of torn-up jeans; he hadn’t bothered about washing off the blood of the men he had beaten up and killed; his body was covered in blood, and a cold shiver walked it way down my spine. His eyes were cold and empty; he didn’t look up to me once.

“Let it be known to everyone that disobeys me; let it be known to the few rebellious amongst you, that if anyone goes against my Luna, then be ready to face death,” he says, his voice harsh and low, but it could be heard clearly even from where I sat.

One of the soldiers walked forward, handing him a sword. It seemed heavy, I could tell, but the blade was so sharp it reflected.

“That’s silver steel,” Axel said to me, and I gasped.

Thane held it, and the crowd watched in anticipation; some even had smiles on their faces. How could they find joy in a thing like this? My question goes unanswered, maybe because I already k