Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214: 214. Soren

Soren

It was exactly two hours before dawn when the doors of the cells were unlocked, and three guards marched inside, the crests on their uniforms flaring brightly in the dark.

"Up, traitor," the guard spat, unlocking the chains from the ground. He left them on my wrists though, hooking them to my feet.

He probably thought it was a wise decision. With a different prisoner, he might have been right. But if I wanted to, even in chains and the bullets still lodged in my shoulders, one so close to my heart, he’d already be dead.

I rose to my full height and he shuffled back. He was a small man. Five foot nine.

I thought if he spat at me one more time, I would bash his head against the stones and make a mosaic of his brain matter.

Thankfully, he got the idea and blanched, letting the hybrid enforcer behind him take my arm instead and yank me out of the cell.

"Her Majesty would like a word."

I noted Jericho in the cell beside mine. He sat serenely, but I knew he wasn’t doing well. None of us were. Mercer was barely conscious. I could smell the burn from the muzzle on Quinlan’s head.

We were being refused treatment for the very same reason we were being caged and held like hounds.

The Queen was trying to break us. And when we appeared before the Councils, we wouldn’t be able to get a single coherent thought in because ash bullets, when left in our blood streams overtime, acted just like poison, and could leave permanent damage.

"Get a healer to see to their wounds," I said.

The enforcer scoffed. "What do you think this is? Your fancy castle? A five-star hotel? You don’t make demands here, princeling. If you could manage a rebellion, then I am sure a few bullets are nothing."

I cocked my head, staring down at him. "I hope they pay you well enough to cover for the funerals of your loved ones if something goes wrong with even one of them."

He froze. And then laughed. "You sure have a fat mouth for a man who’s got less than four hours to his execution."

Another enforcer flanked my left and shoved me ahead, past the lines of cells of rogues and exiles.

The cells with the Hunt brothers sat empty. Sometime past midnight, they’d been taken to a different chamber. For torture, I assume, to give away Margaret’s real location.

It was commendable, really, how effective my aunt could be when she was discarding her enemies. One stone to eight birds was definitely an excellent statistic.

We veered left into a dim hallway and then right, and then left again. Eight turns before we finally reached the grand, receiving hall.

The Lycan Queen stood tall in her regalia, hands folded behind her, her gaze fixed out the window.

My legs were kicked out from underneath me, forcing me to my knees.

"Snow in Ashbourne, at this time of the year," she said gravely, sticking her hand out the window to catch a few flakes. "It really is a day to remember."

"I don’t imagine you had me summoned to talk about the weather."

The enforcer shoved his knee into my back and when I keeled over, his companion slammed his boot into my chest. Another kick hit my face. "Watch your tone."

I swallowed a curse as blood flooded my mouth.

"Enough of that," the Queen said, her voice laced with worry. "My nephew has been through a great deal today."

She lifted her voluminous skirts and walked over. The crown was missing from her head and for a moment, she looked like a regular woman. Green eyes. Red hair. Soft, caring expression.

It was deceptive.

I’m leaving.

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