On The Run

Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE

"To whom it may concern,

We have received your letter and have taken your proposition in to account. The rogue shall be transported to your realm for his punishment and twelve of our heavily armed guards shall accompany him, be aware that this rogue is lethal and precautions shall be put in place to avoid severe damage.

Expect the rogue's arrival for the twenty-fourth of April at 13:47pm, any later then alert the council so we can find their whereabouts. We must repeat that this wolf is dangerous, he killed eight of our men before we managed to capture him and another ten the other day when he attempted to escape.

Kindest regards,

The King and Queen of the North-Western Realm."

"Why are you showing me this?" I ask with a frown as I stand in my old office. Sarah sits in my chair, arms crossed against her chest with a large smirk on her face.

"I just wanted you to know that your mate shall be joining us any minute now, he'll be in the cellar your mother designed and beaten with the weapons your father created." She replies and starts to inspect her nails.

"And what exactly is it you plan achieve from telling me this?" Stepping forward, I slap the letter on to her desk and the two guards follow my steps. These guards are not here to protect me, they are for Sarah.

"I want you to dress in one of your old outfits and order my men to beat him." She declares rather proudly, I scoff and cross my arms across my own chest.

"What makes you think I'll do that?" I laugh and look her dead in the eyes. Sarah smiles brightly at me and almost squeals as she rises from my chair, clapping her hands in excitement.

"I recently discovered something you may want to know, do you remember dear Grace?" She starts and I stay quiet.

"Yes well, Grace seems to be in a bit of a sticky situations. You see, Grace is in grave danger, someone wants her dead and unless you do as I say she will be. Do you see how that works Layla?" She finishes and laughs once again, I growl and lunge forward but both of the guards pull me back and keep me still as I thrash around.

"I swear to the moon goddess, I will kill you if you touch her." I shout but this just makes Sarah laugh even harder, she flicks her wrist at one of the guards and in return he delivers a hard yet reluctant blow to my cheek.

"You will do as I say or I will kill her, and then I shall kill Garrett and after that I will kill your brother, your mate and then you. I realize now that you do not care for your own life so long as the people around you are safe, that is your weakness." She states and sits back down in my chair.

I go to reply but am cut off by the telephone ringing on the desk, Sarah draws her attention to the phone and answers it with a chirpy voice.

"How may I help?" She answers.

"Perfect, put the rogue in to the cell, we shall be there shortly." She declares and put the phone back into the holder.

"Shall we get you dressed then, you need to practice your lines, and we haven't got long." Sarah finishes and once again I am dragged away from her.

After many minutes I am dressed and "prepared" to deliver my performance, Sarah has me dressed in a pair of black jeans and a silk blouse. My crown is on my head, its gold glistening off of the lights and diamonds shining proudly.

I'm escorted to the prison cells, Sarah leading in front and Harriet trailing behind. We reach Daniels cell in no time, his scent radiating from the area.