Mated To The Wrong Royal

The Warlock Boy

Amaya gasps when she arrives at the place the connection is the strongest. Now she understands why Lauretta said this place was out of bounds.

Hands and legs drawn apart by chains that are fastened to huge stones are the conditions of each person she sees. The scorching sun burns them, giving their skin a tanner look. Their lips are chapped with an immense thirst for water. Yet, even in that condition, they are still alive.

Her mouth drops, and even her maid's does the same. Laurette has always heard of the place where witches and wizards are kept before execution, but she had no idea it was this gruesome.

The ten of them crouch to a particular position, head down and eyes open. One of them raises her head to look at Amaya. The old Lady's dark eyes send cold shivers down her spine. It peers through her physical body, resting on her soul. It calls her and Amaya finds herself responding to it. She walks towards this old, tattered lady who is in the same condition as the other people. By Amaya's quick observation, she notices there are a total of 5 women, 4men, and a boy. Her heart breaks when she looks at this boy who is barely able to stand properly because of his weak legs.

As soon as Amaya gets to the woman's front, the strong aura from her shoots through Amaya and she staggers slightly. "Who are you?" Amaya asks as soon as she gains control of her body.

"I should ask the same" her gravelly voice came forth. It is barely above a whisper, but it still has a lot of power in it.

"You were the one who spoke to me weren't you?"

"I am"

"You are not a werewolf" Amaya is quick to point out. The truth is, the moment her eyes landed on the woman earlier, she was certain she wasn't a werewolf. Her aura has so much power that even Amaya can't stand it. It causes her to wonder how a woman as powerful as this was chained successfully.

"And you are not a witch" the woman fires at Amaya

"Witches are extinct"

"That's what they made you believe"

"Are you all witches?" Amaya asks, staring at every single person. It is surprising how they never raise their heads even though they are aware of Amaya's presence. Even the little boy who is chained in his legs played nonchalantly with two stones.

"Go close enough and you can tell from their aura. The same aura you wolves hate so much"

"How were you able to communicate with me through the mind link," Amaya asks the question she has been willing to ask.

"A witch's power is not as restricted as that of you wolves. It's diverse. I didn't communicate with you through your pack's mind link. I created a new one"

Amaya has more questions concerning the mind link, but she doesn't ask any more about it. "Who brought you here?"

"Your king, Audrie"

Amaya glares, "Audrie is not my king"

The woman chuckles."I know, I just wanted to see that look on your face"

"Audrie is dead"

Before the woman has the chance to speak again, she winces in pain, squeezing her eyes shut, and taking Amaya by surprise. When the pain stops, her lips weirdly curve into a smile. "This chain sometimes digs into my open sores," she whispers, prompting Amaya to look at the chains.

She gasps. At first, she thought it was just a regular chain, but with one proper look at it and with the way blood trickled from the wrist of the woman, she can point out that the chains had sharp edges within them that pierced the woman's wrist. Surprisingly enough, it is only the woman's chain that is built that way.