Miranda shuddered as the cold water hit her face and ran down her body. The shock of the icy liquid jolted her awake from her unconsciousness, and she blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision. Her body was still weak from the tunnel collapse, and the cold water seemed to seep into her bones, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.As she opened her eyes, Miranda was greeted with the sight of the guard standing over her, his expression one of anger and impatience. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat, the cold water causing her to gasp for air. Miranda struggled to keep herself conscious, feeling an excruciating pain in her bones. Every breath was a struggle, and her body ached with every movement. The weight of the debris that had collapsed on her was still fresh in her memory, and the pain was too much to bear. She tried to move her hands and legs, but the ropes that bound her to the poles only made the pain worse.The pain felt like hot, searing knives running th
81She was feeling both nervous and excited as she made her way over to the large standing mirror in Fel's room. The prospect of selecting some of the princess's jewelry was a rare opportunity for the maid, but the task of getting the keys was daunting.The mirror was massive, almost as tall as the ceiling, and was ornately decorated with intricate carvings along its edges. Era peered behind it, but it was dark and she couldn't see anything. She paused for a moment, contemplating her next move.Suddenly, she remembered a small candle she had spotted on Fel's bedside table. She hurried over and lit the candle with a match, then returned to the mirror. Holding the candle in one hand, she reached her other hand behind the mirror, feeling around for the keys.Her fingers brushed against something cold and metallic. She grasped it and pulled, but it wouldn't budge. She tried again, this time putting more force into it, and she heard a faint clinking sound. She pulled once more and the keys
The guard approached the door where Fel was hiding and slowly turned the doorknob. As he opened the door, he peered into the dark room, scanning his eyes around to ensure everything was in order. He took a few steps inside, his footsteps echoing in the silence. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he took another look around, searching for any signs of disturbance. Suddenly, his gaze fell upon Fel's hiding spot behind the door. For a split second, he looked directly at her, causing her to freeze in terror. But just as quickly, he looked away and continued his inspection of the room. After a few more moments, he appeared satisfied that everything was in order, and he turned to leave, closing the door behind him.Fel let out a deep breath of relief as the guard closed the door and walked away. She sat there for a few moments, still holding her hand over her pounding chest, trying to regain her composure. Slowly, she stood up and looked around to make sure that the coast was clear.Th
Miranda weakly crawled towards Fel's body, her body trembling with each movement. She winced in pain as she put her hand over her aching body.. Her tears flowed freely as she approached Fel's motionless body. She knew that Fel was badly hurt and she didn't know if she could save her.As she reached Fel's side, Miranda gently placed her hand on Fel's shoulder and tried to shake her awake. But Fel didn't respond. Her body was limp and her breathing had stopped. Miranda's heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation.She slowly moved Fel's head to rest on her thighs and held her hand tightly. The sight of Fel's bloodied body and her pale face made Miranda feel sick to her stomach. She fought back the urge to cry and tried to focus on helping Fel.Fel weakly looked up at her, raising her hand to touch Miranda's face. Miranda held Fel's hand close to her face, trying to give her some comfort. She could see the pain in Fel's eyes and it broke her heart.Fel was struggling to spea
Ragnar's eyelids fluttered as his consciousness returned to him. The room around him was hazy and out of focus, causing him to blink rapidly as he tried to clear his vision. He could hear a soft, rhythmic pounding noise, and a familiar scent of herbs filled his nostrils. It was then that he realized he was lying in a bed, and a physician was standing beside him, pounding some mixture in a mortar.Feeling parched, Ragnar croaked out,"Water.”The physician looked up from his work as he heard Ragnar's weak voice asking for water. Without hesitation, he grabbed a cup of water and quickly made his way towards the bed. Holding the cup carefully, he helped Ragnar sit up a little and offered him the cup to drink. Ragnar's hands trembled a bit as he took the cup and started drinking the water in small sips, feeling the cool liquid refresh his throat. The physician watched closely, making sure that Ragnar drank enough water to quench his thirst. Once he was done, the physician gently took the
The air in the room was initially quiet, with some guards lying around, others sleeping, some playing games, and others chatting. There was a relaxed and laid-back atmosphere, with occasional laughter and banter. Despite the various activities taking place, there was an air of camaraderie that seemed to bring everyone together. However, this atmosphere was suddenly shattered when a guard burst into the room, his hands shaking uncontrollably. He scanned the room quickly, looking for his belongings. Some of the guards in the room looked up from their activities and stared at him in confusion.The guard's sudden entrance had caused a sudden shift in the mood of the room, and a tense silence enveloped it.The guard rushed over to his cabinet and started packing his things at breakneck speed, his movements frenzied and disorganized."What's the matter?" one guard asked, trying to get to the bottom of the situation."Didn't you all hear?" the guard responded frantically,"The king is passi
As he entered the room, he took in the sight of Ragnar lying in bed, seemingly unaware of his presence. He leaned on his stick, studying the king carefully, and noticing the frailty in his appearance. Ragnar's skin was pale, and his breathing was shallow, a clear indication that the sickness had taken its toll on him.He recalled the brief meeting he had with Magnus and how he had divulged information about Ragnar's plans with his daughter, also being aware that Magnus was going to wage war against Ragnar because of it.Gasher gave Ragnar's shoulder a slight tap.Ragnar stirred from his slumber as he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Gasher, standing beside his bed. Ragnar's vision was slightly blurry, and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dim light of the chamber.As he blinked a few times to clear his vision, he became more aware of his surroundings and the presence of the diviner. The room was silent exce
Ragnar looked at the Diviner with a solemn expression, "The ingredients are innocent baby pups born during an eclipse," he said.The Diviner's eyes widened in disbelief and horror as Ragnar revealed the ingredients used to make the blue blade potion. He felt a cold sweat break out all over his body as he realized the enormity of what Ragnar had just told him. It was a number one taboo against the Lindlings, who were known to be fierce protectors of their kind in the underground world, and would not hesitate to wipe out an entire pack if they felt they had been wronged in any way.The Diviner's mind raced with the implications of this revelation. If word ever got out that Ragnar had used innocent baby pups born during an eclipse to make the potion, it would cause a great uproar among the Lindlings, and they would stop at nothing to seek revenge. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check, as he knew showing any sign of shock or horror would only serve to further agitate R
LAST CHAPTER.The market square was bustling with activity as people went about their daily business. The sound of merchants haggling with customers mixed with the clucking of chickens and the neighing of horses. Suddenly, a hush fell over the square as rumors spread that the king and queen were coming. People started to run frantically around, hurrying to catch a glimpse of the royal procession.As the excitement grew, people began to push and shove each other, trying to get a better view. Some even fell to the ground, but they quickly got back up and continued their attempts to see the royal family; the leaders of their pack. It was clear that many of them had never seen the Alpha king before, and this was a momentous occasion for them.As the excitement grew, people began to push and shove each other, trying to get a better view. Some even fell to the ground, but they quickly got back up and continued their attempts to see the king. It was clear that many of them had never seen the
Gasher's heart was pounding so hard that he thought Ragnar might wake up. Ragnar's guards were nowhere to be seen, and the room was eerily quiet. Gasher took a step closer to Ragnar's bed. He could see the veins bulging on Ragnar's neck, and his chest heaving up and down with each breath. He felt a surge of anger and hatred towards the man who had caused so much pain to his family.As he got closer, Gasher could see the sweat on Ragnar's forehead, and the look of tension in his sleep. He wanted to laugh at the sight, but he knew he had to stay focused. He couldn't let his guard down, not for a second.Gasher raised his sword, ready to strike. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should say something. But then he realized that there was nothing to say. Ragnar had brought this upon himself, and he had to pay the price. Gasher looked down upon him with a cold, hard stare, and then he swung his sword down towards Ragnar.Gasher stood in the darkness of the night, sword in hand, rea
"Speaking of the queen, have you heard about what happened between her and Ragnar? I heard she attacked him in his chambers!"The group erupted in laughter at the thought of the petite queen attacking the powerful Ragnar. "I can't believe she had the strength to do that," one of them said between chuckles.Zen, the man who had noticed Gasher's distraction earlier, chimed in with a more serious tone. "I heard that the princess was stabbed by a guard.”Some of them nodded in agreement.“He's still at large, but who knows, one of us might even be the killer,” another added looking at the others with playfully suspicious eyes."But do you guys reckon Ragnar will do if the prince and his wife are eventually found?" one of them asked, his voice shaking slightly."I don't know, but I wouldn't want to be in their shoes right now," another replied.The conversation died down as they continued to walk in silence, the only sounds coming from the rustling of leaves and twigs under their feet. Th
The six rainmakers were travelling through the thick bushes in silence. They had all their ritual tools and materials being pulled in a cart by two men. Fred, who was leading the group, suddenly stopped walking. The other five members of the party looked at him with worry in their eyes as he remained silent, his gaze fixed on something ahead of them.One of the cautiously asked,“Why did you stop? What is going on?”There was no answer from Fred as he continued to look around warily. He then took out a small Dagger from his belt and soon after three more men did the same, taking out their daggers too. The two women held onto each other tightly as they felt fear rising within them about what might happen next. In a flash seven masked men jumped out of the bushes and charged towards them. The two men who were pulling the cart immediately ran for their lives, leaving the other four to fend for themselves. The attackers began slashing and stabbing at them mercilessly as they screamed i
The six people in white robes stood still, eyes closed, hands clasped together as they waited for Fred to start the eclipse calling ceremony. The burning pyre in the center of the square emitted a warm glow, casting flickering shadows on the ground. Suddenly, Fred began to dance around the square, howling words that were incomprehensible to everyone but him. He walked around, rattling the short stick in his hand, while the others in white robes began to sway to the beat of the music.Gasher watched from the sidelines, his face tense with anticipation. Fred's dance grew more intense, his howls louder as he worked himself into a frenzy. His feet pounded the ground as he twirled, his arms flailing around him.Ragnar watched from his seat, his eyes fixed on the spectacle before him. He was surrounded by Gasher and a few other guards, all of whom looked on with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. As Fred's dance reached its climax, Ragnar leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he watch
92.Carissa stirred from her slumber as she heard the faint creak of the door opening. Her eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the dimness of the room. "Who's there?" she mumbled, her voice hoarse from sleep.A familiar figure stepped out of the shadows, and Carissa's eyes widened in recognition. It was Era, one of the maids who worked in the palace. Carissa struggled to sit up, wincing as she felt the dull ache in her bones. "Era, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.Era walked towards her cage, her footsteps as silent as a cat's. "The princess asked me to give you this," she said, tossing a key towards Carissa. The princess? Carissa thought, confused. Why would she give me a key?Carissa looked down at the key, hesitating before picking it up. She turned to Era, about to ask her what it was for when she spoke up. "What else would it be for?" Era said, a hint of impatience creeping into her voice. "It's the key to the cage. The princess
The maids frantically packed their belongings, the room filled with commotion. Some were shoving each other, while others were arguing about their belongings. One maid shouted, "That's mine, give it back!" while another retorted, "No, it's not, I had it first!" The room was chaotic, with everyone trying to grab their things as quickly as possible.Another maid was trying to pack her jewelry when she realized that her necklace was missing. She searched frantically through her belongings, but it was nowhere to be found. "Has anyone seen my necklace?" she asked the others, hoping someone had accidentally picked it up. But nobody had seen it, and her panic only grew as she thought about losing something so valuable.In the midst of the chaos, one of the maids accidentally knocked over a vase, causing it to shatter on the ground. "Oh no, what have you done?" exclaimed another maid, irritated. "Can't you be more careful?" The maid apologized profusely, but the others were already rush
Magnus furrowed his brows in a deep frown as he observed the vast plains below. The beauty of the land was undeniable, with its rolling hills and expansive fields, but Magnus couldn't appreciate it in his current state of mind. His thoughts were consumed with anger and frustration.Overlooking the vast expanse of the plains below the beauty of the landscape was undeniable - rolling hills stretched out before him, dotted with verdant trees and grassy fields. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over everything it touched. The sky was a canvas of oranges, pinks, and purples, with wispy clouds painted in hues of gold and silver.But despite the beauty of the scene before him, Magnus could feel a deep anger burning inside him. He clenched his fists tightly behind his back, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. His gaze shifted beyond the horizon, where the borders of the Scorpion Zeal pack lay. Hatred for his enemy burned within him, fueled by a desire for ve
One of the men, engrossed in the task of cutting down the tree, noticed a faint movement in the distance. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out what it was. Suddenly, he realized that it was a woman walking towards them. He called out to the others, "Hey, look over there, a woman is coming!"The others stopped what they were doing and turned to see for themselves. They chuckled amongst themselves, joking about who the woman might be and whose type she might be."Maybe she's into tall, dark, and handsome," one of them said, eliciting a round of laughter from the group."Or maybe she's into strong, silent types," another chimed in, earning a few nods of agreement.She appeared to be weak and disoriented, barely able to stand on her own two feet. Her movements were slow and unsteady, as if every step required all of her strength.Her hair was disheveled and fell messily around her face, which was pale and contorted in pain. Her dress was torn in several places, and blood had soaked t