Eighty three

I cannot even put water in my mouth after that conversation that I have just had with the so called Lycan. How can he look down on me and speak to me like I’m dirt?

Destined bride my foot?

After all I went through to come here and warn him about the incoming danger? Is this what I really deserve? To be suspected and disrespected? The only reason he was able to save me was because I used my own wits to get out of the city.

“I get up from the bed and stare into the mirror in the tent and I see the evidence of the lash on my back.” My cloth is a mess, I look like a mess and I hate that Lycan that everyone worships.

After several hours of staring at the food on the table, I hear a uproar going on outside and I get on my feet. I stand at the tent opening and peep to see what the dilemma is all about.

There is a man that is being dragged about and I recognize him to be the one who lashed me. I look forward and I can see Lycan Jack. He is leading a group of men and I hate him but there is co