The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Arron's POV:

The children screamed as the boy's legs were chopped off. The scene was bloody and terrifying.

"Sally, take the boy away." The werewolf with the red clown mask turned to the only she-wolf in the room, and remarked with evident glee. Sally, the she-wolf, kicked the bloody limbs with disgust. "Useless. Given his frail build, he wouldn't last long in the circus. What a waste." Then, she kicked the boy aside.

Seeing the boy's bleeding wounds and realizing he wouldn't survive horrified me.

The two male werewolves, examined the spilled blood and didn't seem satisfied with just one kill. So they walked over to pick the next one.

"Find the loudest one!" one of the werewolves suggested.

The children, shaking with fright, hastily covered their mouths and held back their cries.

I cowered in the corner, covering my mouth so as not to make a sound. Among this group of kids, I seemed to be the smallest. The older kids squatted in front of me, successfully diverting the attention of the kidnappers.

Three adults walked around us, examining us as if they were picking out items in a store.

"I think this kid is mute. He hasn't made a sound this whole time." Sally grabbed a thin, brown-haired kid and shook him like a chick. "Say something and let me hear you."

The skinny kid shook violently out of fear. He cleared his throat and managed to sputter out a few words.

he approached, he gave the skinny boy a sharp pinch on

a valiant effort to speak, but he was having trouble finding his voice. He couldn't utter

heartily. "How pitiful! You couldn't even

cry, don't make any noise,

don't

are best-suited

just a few words,

the red clown mask decided the fate of the skinny

few kids in the room who stared at each other in bewilderment, clearly

knew, but I

with great. fear inside. Beryl would frequently tell me about the terrifying things she had read. Vampires, I had heard, severed human limbs, made them their playthings, and locked them away in the basement

of that kind of pain

my escape. I knew

is a blind one!" Sally exclaimed,

about six or seven years old. She was adorable

face and said, "Cutting off her

rich people with quite a

mask werewolf laughed.