The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1157

Arron's POV:

The children screamed as the boy's legs were chopped off. The scene was bloody and terrifying.

"Sally, take the boy away." The werewolf with the red clown mask turned to the only she-wolf in the room, and remarked with evident glee.

Sally, the she-wolf, kicked the bloody limbs with disgust. "Useless. Given his frail build, he wouldn't last long in the circus. What a waste."

Then, she kicked the boy aside.

Seeing the boy's bleeding wounds and realizing he wouldn't survive horrified me.

The two male werewolves, examined the spilled blood and didn't seem satisfied with just one kill. So they walked over to pick the next one.

"Find the loudest one!" one of the werewolves suggested.

The children, shaking with fright, hastily covered their mouths and held back their cries.

I cowered in the corner, covering my mouth so as not to make a sound. Among this group of kids, I seemed to be the smallest. The older kids squatted in front of me, successfully diverting the attention of the kidnappers.

Three adults walked around us, examining us as if they were picking out items in a store.

"I think this kid is mute. He hasn't made a sound this whole time." Sally grabbed a thin, brown-haired kid and shook him like a chick. "Say something and let me hear you."

The skinny kid shook violently out of fear. He cleared his throat and managed to sputter out a few words.

The strongest werewolf seemed to have found something fun. As he approached, he gave the skinny boy a sharp pinch on the face. "Call me daddy, and I'll let you go."

The skinny kid made a valiant effort to speak, but he was having trouble finding his voice. He couldn't utter a word and ended up crying silently.

Sally laughed heartily. "How pitiful! You couldn't even seize the opportunity."

mask werewolf laughed.

Then some people from outside escorted the little girl away while the three traffickers resumed their selection.

When it was my turn, Sally pulled the bandages on my face in disgust. "Ugly monster."

The red clown mask werewolf looked at me and said casually, "He is disfigured, I heard. These lads you've got sprouting in your vase have been a big hit with visitors lately. Put this kid to use. Since he is young, he would be easy to raise."

Sally snorted, "Will anyone want to see his disfigured face?"

The werewolf with the red clown mask chuckled. "You don't know the quirks of the rich. You can take a video and upload it to the dark web. I guess many people will reward you."

Sally clicked her tongue and continued to scrutinize me. Then, she poked my head with her finger and curiously asked, "Why aren't you crying?"