The Lost Soul

The crowd flinches , seeing the metal studded whip hit the werewolf King. The impact enough to tear his skin, drawing out blood.

He doesn't protest nor does he plead.

Staring into those pitch black eyes, he accepted his punishment from her hands. Even though she was not consciously doing this, he knew he deserved it and much more than that.

He lost count, seconds turn into minutes. And soon he got oblivious to all the pains.

When he came here today, he knew he may die. And he was prepared for it.

But, before dying. He knew he has to do one thing. He has to save her.

At all costs.

The whipping sound seizes as Celeste stops Elora. Stepping forward she stares at the barely conscious Alpha King. His shirt was red with blood, not even an inch of chest was left without whip marks. And blood was flowing like a stream. Pooling near his feet.

Having lost too much blood. He could barely stay conscious. And Celeste smirks seeing this.

Opening the chains blinding him. She sees his body fall dow