CHAPTER 105

ADRIAN

The palace was in ruckus. The air was polluted with smoke from the fires and bombs set ablaze. The cries had reduced a notch but the noise was still loud. I was gotten a physician. I sat on the throne chair as the Lycan warrior male herbalist proded my at my injury. He dipped his hand insde the green paste and smeared it on my injuries. It burned for a split while before it became slight peppery tinglings. My ripped breeches were torn from a healthy length before the Lycan wrapped a clean cloth around my thighs, covering the sore up.

The grand doors were open and by now, the only people I saw were the Lycans passing and skipping the dead bodies through the hall way. It was a done deal. The Lycans have completely taken over. I looked longingly at the doorway, waiting for my mate to grace me with her presence but she never did. Each time I looked up, I was met with a different Lycan, hence my disappointment.

"Where's Aria?" My voice was above a whisper, loud enough for the warri