Fates Hands novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

The prince lay on his bed in his room, it was getting late and still no one came in. He was getting hungry, he gave a sigh at his discomfort. He got up to bang on his door again when he heard the most painful howl, he knew in an instant that it was his father.

Good, he thought. At least he wasn’t the only unhappy wolf in this castle. Still that howl made him feel worried. What was going to happen to him, what kind of punishment was he going to inflict on him. His wolf let out a whimper inside him and then went silent again.

Just as he was about to bang on the door again, two guards came in with a tray. They sat it on the floor and locked the door again. When the prince lifted the lid covering the food he grimaced. It was two slices of plain bread and a cup of water. That was when he had a feeling things are going to be worse than he originally thought they would be.

Still though he won’t be treated like the others that get caught, there won’t be a public trial or punishment for him. It will all be done under the table, so as to save face for the royal family That was always his ace in the hole. He would get into trouble he would play the Royal card,

either buy his way out or intimidate them into silence

Well if his Dad found his laptop and his financial records then as the King he would be pissed. Which means that the Elder council has also seen all the evidence. Shit, I am screwed this time. Better get used to the horse faced princess, he has a feeling that his days of fun are over. 2

They will have a big fancy Royal wedding to distract the people about their prince’s dirty deeds. He will get married and will have to start a family as soon as possible, while he is being watched day and night.

As far as the plans on his laptop to kill his father, he will just say he was thinking about writing a book about a king killer. He would never hurt his father how could they think such a thing…….. The Prince started laughing and couldn’t stop.

Marco and two of his most trusted hunters were waiting at the spy’s meeting place. Marco had already put Nolan in the dungeon, he then had Nolan text the spy saying that he had more information for him and to meet at their normal

snat

The fact that this wolf called himself a spy was a joke. They could hear him a mile away and he stunk of drugs, sweat and sex. It was enough to make all three of them want to puke. Marco decided that the first thing this guy was gonna get in the dungeon, was a much need bath, well sorta like a bath anyway.

When the spy reached the meeting spot, they all surrounded him. The spy was surprised at their presence, geesh what an idiot. The were not even really hiding from him. What kind of wolves do they have at that pack.

They threw him on his stomach, bound his feet to his hands and a rope around all of it and proceeded to drag him out of the woods on his stomach. When the little girl screaming got too much they stopped long enough to gag him.

They decided to drag him because not one of them wanted that stench close to them. Perhaps some dirt and leaves from the forest floor will help to improve his smell.

The King woke up in a bunch of soft blankets on a floor, who’s floor? There was soft morning light coming in from the open balcony, a gentle breeze moved the curtains. There was the scent of blossoms everywhere, it was coming from

outside.

“If you are awake your highness there are clothes for you on the bed, please put them on and join me for some breakfast.”

Normally he would be a little put out if someone ordered him around but this voice was soft and it was more like a request than an order. He put on his clothes and stopped for a minute. He didn’t remember the night before, he ummm didn’t sleep with someone, did he?”

His wolf started to laugh something he hasn’t heard in a long time. “No we did not sleep with someone last night, not like you are thinking anyway. We did find refuge in our grief.”

He went out on the balcony and there at a table was a lovely young shewolf, then it dawned on him, even though he had yet to meet her, this had to be Duncan’s Luna, Adira who was once named Spare.

He sat down and just looked out at the gardens, his heart still heavy. She handed him a cup of tea and served him a plate of food. It was pancakes, sausages with a side of bacon and scrambled eggs. It smelled heavenly.

When he tasted them he was surprised. they were wonderful, lately his doctor has been

giving the cook instructions and his food has been a little lacking.

“This is wonderful, Luna Adira.”

“Thank you, I asked your cook for the use of her kitchen so I could make you breakfast.”

“I know you have some serious and terrible choices to make today, I also felt that for just this little bit in time, that you could just be you and relax. I know that is hard and that this timing might be off, I don’t think so though. I think this is what you need, to get back your strength.”