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d at his strained form, hunched at the drivers seat. He didn't spare me a gl
n the mood to speak. A brimming trepidation was forming in me. Like something life changing was about to occur. What could possibly be life cha
was no longer ignorable. "I'm fine Beta" I stated before returning my gaze to
an immortal Lycan, the entire pack was no match for me. But in their territory, their chances had increased from an obv
if searching for signs of the turmoil within. "Welcome, Alpha King Xeros," he said, his voice steady, tho
. "Lead the way,
ed in a tense, expectant crowd. The air was thick with anticipation, their murmurs barely masking an underlying excitement. M
he pyres were already set up, their dark forms stark against the twilight sky. I took my seat, my gaze drawn i
er- Killed
nally killing. Before any pack could perform the purge, it had to be authorised by me and today- i
32 criminals up for burning. I had to go through e
owd. "Today, we witness justice," he proclaimed. "The traitor
pyre was lit, flames licking at the man's feet, rising swiftly to consume her. The crowd's fervor gre
nbearable now, my heart pounding erratically. I stood abruptly, drawing curious glance
heat and noise within. I took several deep breaths, trying to steady myself, but the un
countless battles, endured unimaginable hardships, yet nothing had ever shaken me like
The night was silent now, the distant sounds of the execution muffled by the w
nded in my head. A hint of urgency in his tone. It seemed
ily similar to when I had left, yet something felt profoundly different. A second pyre w
ond p
thorise
was Dimitri
he figure bound to the pyre. The noise of the crowd faded to a di
he back of my mind, surged forward with a
at left no room for doubt. The heaviness in my chest, the erratic
en, I
epted her fate. My breath caught in my throat, the heaviness in my chest now a crushing weight that threatened t
ate cry that echoed through my very soul. It was then
as my
m
had been s
alone, the firelight casting shadows across her delicate features. Every instinct sc
with the force of my emotions. The pack began to chant,
the torc