Chapter Thirty Three

Emily's POV 

I shivered, my eyes gleaming with tears as I watched him and the others being led by the werewolves. I wanted to go to him right away, but I was bound.

Fayne's eyes met mine and my lips parted. 

Fayne slightly shook his head as though pleading with me not to acknowledge him.

“Boss, they're here. We captured the queen too.”

Jones stepped out with a knife in his hand. He tossed it in front of the queen.

“Queen of the human empire, how lovely to see you in this state… Not!” Jones mocked.

The queen clenched her fists. “You monsters! You killed the ruler of the human village. Do you think no one will ever put a stop to your schemes?!” She yelled causing Jones to laugh loudly.

“Queen of the human empire, What do you choose?”

“I'd rather die.”

Jones nodded, “Then do it!”

The queen snatched the knife from the ground and brought it to her neck.

“As long as the king is dead, I'm not willing to live anymore.”

Fayne shook his head, “No, my queen.”

Before Fayne could drop her, the queen sliced the side of her neck and fell to the ground bleeding and unconscious.

Fear seeped through me. All the surrounding humans watched with fear and honour as they watched the queen sacrifice her life.

Jones however didn't seem much fearful by it. Instead he walked over to pick his knife and offered someone to dispose of the queen's body.

One of Jones men went to Jones and whispered something in his ear but I caught it. “There's the man that I was talking to you about, the human hunter.”

Jones smirked. “Bring him forward.”

Jones’ man walked over to Fayne and took him in front of Jones, then he forced him to kneel.

“You,”

Jones placed the knife on Fayne's shoulder.

“I heard of your bravery when a group of my men attacked the palace. It was very loyalist of you to fight alongside the king.”

Fayne kept his head down, something I had barely seen ever since I met him. Fayne was proud. I wondered how he felt kneeling in front of Jones. It was probably not a good feeling and it may be causing a certain type of rage in him. 

“Huh? You're not saying anything?” Jones asked in a mocking tone. “Looks like you're not as brave as you seem. Get away from here.”

As Fayne was about to leave, Jones hit him in the face causing him to crash fall to the ground.

I gasped, covering my lips so I wouldn't be exposed. But it took me a lot of guts to not say anything. I couldn't bear to see Fayne in pain but I knew getting myself in trouble was not the key either so I sat there silently and watched Jones hit Fayne as though he was nothing.

By nightfall, I looked at Fayne whose eyes were closed. He looked at though he were dead. 

This time of the night, everyone seemed asleep so I slightly crawled to where Fayne was. I helped him sit up but my hands were shaky. Once he was sat up, I placed a finger underneath his nose and behold, he was alive.

A painful smile crossed my cheek. 

Fayne had probably being through a lot in a short period of time and it made me wonder if there was anything that I could do to help him.

Suddenly, Fayne's eyes opened. Out of happiness, I embraced him tightly and he stayed right there.

After a couple of moments, I pulled away from Fayne. There were a lof of words to be said but I just kept it to myself.

Fayne brought his right finger to his lips as though warning me to not say anything. And he was right, the werewolves had sharp hearing and could easily catch us talking. So I just sat with him there for a few minutes eventually I dozed off.

The next morning, when I woke up I was sitting with the rest of the slaves and Fayne was far across me. The moment my eyes made contact with his, I couldn't help the smile that flashed across my face. In this hell hole, only him was capable of making me smile.

We were fed bread as usual and I only got just a little to eat. 

Jones ordered his men and the journey continued. 

Many of the humans could not survive so they died and Jones and his men didn't blink an eye. To them, that was less mouth to feed.

I kept my eyes locked on Fayne out of worry. He had injuries on his body and he was weak, didn't get enough rest. I wondered if he would be able to make it.

Throughout the journey, it was only Fayne I was thinking of. Would he be alright?

Halfway through the journey, we passed through another human town and i saw that it was a literal bloodbath. Many had been killed and the resources of the humans, stolen. I wondered just what Jones and his cahoots would use the human resources for. The wolven kingdoms were filled with such wealth and values which the werewolves took as a prayer. 

I sighed.

When we stopped at a place to rest, I was worried but then I felt something on my hand. I grabbed it tight and looked at it. It was bread. I looked at who had brought it to me and it was Fayne.

I mouthed the word ‘Thank you’ to him and he nodded. Then I ate the bread.

Despite our situation, Fayne was still looking out for me. It was difficult to find peace, but Fayne was my peace, the only one who could ever give me what I didn't know I needed.

Deep down in my heart, I prayed to the moon goddess to protect me and Fayne through any way possible. Our story couldn't end this way. No it couldn't. I had a lot of things that I wanted to do with Fayne.