Kieran's pov.
A few days ago.
We had won the war. The remaining westerners had fled and what was left was for us to go back home and report to the King.
I never expected that my own warriors would turn on me. Fred had a knife dangerously close to his throat, any slight movement from them and he will be dead.
"What are you doing, Noel?" I asked one of the warrior who seemed a bit faint hearted as he started to back away when I tried to get closer.
“This is beyond us” said Noel, breathing heavily “Come with us if you don’t want him to get hurt.
I could see how Fred’s eyes were unfocused even though he had them open.
Another one threw a rope in front of me. “Tie yourself up with this”
My wolf was annoyed at this action and my eyes turned black completely while a growl left my throat
