The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Arron's POV:

The racket made by the kids seemed to stimulate the kidnappers even more. Sally herself almost doubled over in laughter when she saw me crying. She pinched my cheek and said, "So, you know whatfearis, after all. I thought you were brave, hmm?" I let myself tremble, and then let out a couple of sobs.

Sally peered at me with interest, as if she had found a rare toy. "Go on, call me 'Mommy' again."

I swallowed my indignation and shouted the word. I felt guilty toward my real Mommy, but there was no other way. If I continued to rebel, these evil people might hurt me.

Sally chortled again before telling me to cry louder.

So I did. I would have liked to think that I was simply acting, but I couldn't deny that some of my fears and sorrows were genuine.

I missed Mommy. I wanted to see her soon.

If I died here, Mommy would be devastated.

I needed to survive, no matter what. I still need to grow into a reliable adult who would protect Mommy and Beryl!

moment, the werewolf in the black mask, who had been silent all this time, suggested that they went for some drinks and

one else tries

one is going to escape, anyway. They're just

mask scoffed. "We have a lot of work to do tonight. We might not get a chance to eat later." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

reluctant, Sally seemed to revere the bigger werewolf. She walked away from me and

of food and wine broke through the stench of blood. The trio chatted and laughed with each other, growing more

of them had wetted

eyes darted over to the entrance of the tent. The flap was wide open, and it was

was the perfect

made quick work

then sprinted as fast as my legs could carry me. Unfortunately, the kidnappers noticed me right away.

to turn around and see what was happening. I couldn't risk breaking my pace and giving them@chance to

I'll torture the fucker once we get a hold of

myself even further. I just needed to get to somewhere crowded, and maybe I

a courtyard filled with weeds. The gates were just a short distance