Semua Bab The Kings Captive: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Vera's POVThe alleyway was desolate; all that could be observed were some scattered debris and a few dim, feeble lights. Looking towards the sky, I saw only one single silver moon and its soothing rays. Shadows stretched into the darkness, appearing to avoid the city lights and hanging from edges like quiet, living voids. It felt like it had been some time since I’d say something so hopelessly dramatic. There was so much so I had begun to walk without a purpose giving my back over to the harrowing silence.One could say it was a gloomy day if you envisioned it in a conventional light ~ because it was not a day at all; it was night. The time had come for me to leave the house and heed the advice of my brother Niko, throughout the day I had been feeling quite anxious, almost into the extreme. The whole world seemed to betray me - shadowy figures moving behind the shadows, watching with an eye that only existed in the depths of a dream.Until suddenly, my inebriated thoughts were sha

(Vera's POV)That night saw the night sky morph into a giant canvas of sparkling jewels with the full moon throwing its silvery rays onto the palace gardens..The tension in the air was really tangible as our guests waited for the Lunar Ceremony to begin. They grumbled amidst themselves silently beneath their breathe. To my left stood Sylvester, his eyes sparkling with tears of love. He was so overwhelmed. It was so obvious. The both of us stood side by side facing the Lunar Altar, polished to show ancient symbols. “Under the light of the moon, we have assembled to unite Vera and Sylvester in a sacred bond.” A chant began to pick up in the atmosphere, saying that energy from the moon was rushing through me. “Sylvester, share your vows with us again,” said Eliana. He did so, his voice trembling with emotion. “Vera, from the first moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew it; you are my fate. I pledge to love you and keep you safe — through all shadows and lights. I promise to be there fo

*VERA’S POV*But before I could ask any more questions, Shaun grabbed my arm and started pulling me away. "Come on, Vera. We need to be going."I stumbled after him, feeling like I was being swept up in a tornado. What was happening? Why was Shaun being so desperate?And what did he mean by "save my life"?Shaun's words cut through me like a knife. They shook my emotions like an earthquake.. "Vera, your mom wasn't killed by rogues. She was killed by Sylvester's guys."I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. My world was turned upside down. I stumbled backward, my eyes fixed on Shaun's face. I can't believe what I'm hearing. Is this real??"What...what are you talking about?" I stuttered.Shaun's expression was grim. "Your mom was a Lycan, Vera. She loved and wanted to live with werewolves after your dad's death. But Sylvester's guys didn't want that. They saw her as a threat, so they killed her."I felt like I was living in a nightmare. This couldn't be true. Sylvester wouldn't do tha

VERA’s POVI trudged through the forest, my mind was a jumbled mess. I mean, I'd just found out my mom was killed by Sylvester's guys. And that I was a Lycan. Like, what even is that?I felt like I was stuck in some kind of crazy dream. Like, I'd wake up and it'd all be over. But deep down, I knew it wasn't a dream. It was my reality. And it sucked. This was too much to fathom.Shaun walked beside me, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. He was being super quiet, which was kinda freaking me out. I mean, I knew he was trying to be all supportive and stuff, but seriously, a little conversation would be nice..."Hey, Shaun?" I said, trying to break the silence.He turned to me, his eyes questioning. "Yeah?"I hesitated, unsure of how to ask what I wanted to ask. "Do you think...do you think Sylvester knew about my mom?"Shaun's expression turned grim. "I don't know, Vera. But I do know one thing - we need to get out of here. Now."I nodded, feeling a surge of fear. What if Sylvester's guys f

(VERA’S POV)I sat in my room, staring blankly at the wall, lost in thoughts. My mind was still reeling from the events of the past few days. Josh's death weighed heavily on my conscience. I couldn't shake the image of his lifeless body, his eyes frozen in a permanent stare.It was like a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. I kept thinking about how it happened, how he died trying to save me. It was like a video playing in my head, over and over again.I remembered how my enemy had attacked us, how Josh had tried to defend me. I remembered the sound of his bones cracking, the sight of his blood splattering everywhere. It was like something out of a horror movie. Too gory.And then, there was the final blow. My enemy had stabbed Josh in the chest, twisting the knife in a cruel and sadistic way. I remembered Josh's eyes widening in shock, his mouth opening in a silent scream. He struggled with his spirit, holding on to the knife in bewilderment till he gave up the ghost.It was like