Blood for blood

The battle had begun the moment Rygan and Elise rushed past the once heavily guarded hallway of the east wing, which had fallen eerily silent with no guard in sight.

But Elise could detect her father's ashy scent from a mile away. Rygan gave her one last look. "Be careful," he noted before he raced down the hallway to his target while Elise headed in the opposite direction.

She should have known it was far from peaceful when she saw two suited men run up with guns and begin shooting at her. She reached both males at lightning speed, but they could barely react as she clawed at their arms, with them both screaming in agony as they heard a crack, their arms crushed on impact.

A cold queen with no mercy, only a quest to destroy anyone who tried to stop her fire from reaching her goal, she pushed the large white doors, staining them with blood on her hands as she walked into the room.

It was eerily silent, but from the pheromones of her ex-father's potent scents, she knew the mo