The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 37

**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 37: No Right to Make Me Apologize**

**Thora’s POV:**

“Ms. Green, whether you’re a living soul or a mere specter, we beg you, show us mercy!”

Their voices trembled with desperation, and I could see the fear etched onto their faces. “We never intended to kill you. Just look at the mess we’re in now! Please, spare our lives!”

As their pleas echoed in the dim alley, they frantically tore at the fabric that bound their hands, revealing the horrific truth beneath.

What I saw made my stomach churn. Their fingers had been severed cleanly, leaving only the palms intact.

Without their wolf spirits, they had lost the ability to heal quickly. The wounds were fresh enough to tell me this had happened in the last week.

“Who did this to you? Was it Hazel?” I asked, my voice icy and devoid of sympathy.

Logic screamed that it had to be Hazel—she was ruthless enough to orchestrate such a punishment. Yet, if she had truly wanted to silence them, she would have ensured there were no witnesses left to tell the tale.

As I pondered this, the two exchanged frantic glances, and in a moment of sheer panic, they attempted to flee.

I spotted two small stones by my feet and, with a swift kick, sent them flying toward their kneecaps. The impact was immediate; they both screamed in agony as they crashed to the ground, their bodies crumpling in defeat.

I approached them slowly, my footsteps deliberate, allowing the weight of my presence to settle between us. “Try running again, and I promise your legs will end up just like your hands,” I warned, my tone sharp and unforgiving.

Panic washed over them, and they began to plead once more. “Ms. Green, please have mercy! We’ll talk! We’ll tell you everything you want to know!”

“Actually, we don’t even know who did this to us,” one of them stammered, his voice shaking. “All we remember is everything going black that day, and then someone grabbed us.”

“They locked us up, tortured us for information. After they found out who ordered the attack on you, they… they chopped off our fingers and castrated us. They destroyed our wolf spirits too.”

Suddenly, Darius’s handsome face flashed through my mind, uninvited yet unmistakable.

Could it be him again?

The two men continued their desperate pleas, their voices a chorus of fear and regret. I frowned, feeling a strange tug at my conscience.

Initially, my plan had been to eliminate them, to rid the world of these two who played a direct role in the death of the original Thora. Yet, as I looked at their broken forms, I realized they were already little more than discarded remnants of their former selves.

“Since living in this state is more tormenting than death for you, I suppose that’s a more fitting punishment than a swift execution. Consider this an act of vengeance on her behalf,” I said, my voice cold and unyielding.

With those final words hanging heavily in the air, I turned and walked away from the alley, leaving them to wallow in their despair.

As I slid into the car, Felix looked at me with curiosity, breaking the silence that had settled around us. “What were you doing back there?”

“Just handling some trouble,” I replied, my tone flat as I started the engine, steering us back toward the Green Residence.

As fate would have it, Norman was at home when we arrived.

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