The Royal Chronicles - Book One-
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She felt like there was something missing from her life. As if she's forgetting something or someone; someone very important. Something in her pulls away, telling her that this was all a big joke and that...
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"Speak."
The boy only shook his head before spitting out blood from his mouth.
"Speak, or I'll make this harder for you and I both, kid."
He crocked out a 'no'.
Before another whip could last onto his back, the metal door to the dungeons slammed open. Ryne walked in with Jake behind. "What the hell are you doing Greg?!"
"You wanted me to get answers-"
"Yes, answers, not a dead body! Look at him!" Ryne mind linked for Susan and turned to Jake. "Get hot water and a few towels." Greg only frowned, waiting for his best friend to command his next move. "When did we become these type of monsters? You know very well that we never fight with violence unless it's a must!"
"But I thought that since this guy's from the-"
"You thought wrong," Ryne growled, "sometimes I wonder how you became my best friend. He's a child Greg, have some feeling towards him!"
The boy tied up on the old wooden chair, watched as the two pack member verbally fight with each other, confused on what they might be planning. Ryne suddenly turned her attention to him, making the boy jump and hiss when the rope tied at his hand pulled him back.
"Hey, my name is Ryne, I'm the Delta of the LightMoon Pack and the man that was behind me is my brother: Jake. Why were you with the black wolves? You're only a child."
When the boy didn't answer, Ryne roughly told her friend to leave and crouched down in front when the door closed.
"Don't be afraid to answer. I'm not going to hurt you; just a few questions that might save you from this whole situation." No one spoke for a bit and Ryne huffed, bouncing on her bent legs a little. "Look, we'll get you cleaned and Greg or anyone else won't hurt you no more. He was not supposed to at the start anyways and I'm sorry for coming late."
The boy lifted his head, blinking a few times to get rid of the tears. "I... I was only with them because I can fight well." The boy didn't make eye contact with Ryne as he explained. "I'm forteen, but I look younger because my growth is slow," he softly said, embarrassed a little. "But I was stronger than the kids my age, so the King made me join the warriors."
"The King?"
The boy hesitated, "yes, the King; the King of all Kings? The leader of the supernaturals?" The boy hissed and as if on cue, the door once again opened to the dusty, cramped cell.
Susan rushed in, with Jake returning with a bucket in hand. "We need to change the location first, it stinks in here." She scowled while Ryne only nodded.
Soon, the boy was carefully shifted into Susan's guest room with Sarah staring blanking at him as she tried to hide Grace's things away from the boy. Susan wiped the last drops of blood on his hand and placed new bandages around it. The boy was healing, but not fast enough and he'd said it's because of his slow growth.
