Snarls of fury

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER EIGHT

Hera needed to get out of the Royal chambers, and it looked like she had found a way out. She already looked sickly and pale as death, so looking the part was already done.

All that was left was her acting and she hoped that the guards were dumb enough to fall for what she was about to do. She made her way to the living room and banged on the main door. The only one that didn't burn her.

“Help!” She screamed, forcing tears to run down her cheeks. “My stomach hurts so bad. I think I might be dying.”

There was no answer from the door, but she refused to give up. She was going to get out of this godforsaken place no matter what.

“Please, help me!” She cried. “I'm in so much pain. Everything hurts.” She whimpered, rolling on the floor, and after a few seconds, the lock slowly turned and the door opened, revealing a stone-faced guard.

“What is it?” He sneered.

“My stomach, please. It hurts so bad.”

More tears flowed down her cheeks and she couldn't believe how good of an act she was putting on right now. Her plan was to lure the guard in and when his defenses were down, she would attack and escape from this place.

She didn't even know how she was going to outrun the other guards, but she believed that when she got to that bridge, she would figure out how to cross it. The stone-faced guard leaned down and tried to examine her and she knew that moment was her opening. Without wasting time, she struck.

She swung her fist and caught him clean in the jaw. She only wanted to hit him hard enough to make him bruise but from the sound she heard, she might have shattered the poor guard's jaw. She let out a gasp and her eyes went wide as the guard doubled over, screaming in agony. She didn't intend to do that much damage.

As much as she wanted to hang around to see if the guard was alright, she didn't have the luxury to. She needed to escape right now. She took one last glance at the guard and, with her heart thumping in her chest, she dashed out of the room.

Once in the passage, she couldn't believe her eyes. There was no one in sight. The passage was completely deserted.

A smirk graced her lips as she dashed down the corridor. This was too easy. The Alpha King made a costly mistake of underestimating her.

He must have thought of her as weak, because why else would just one guard be stationed outside her room? She scoffed, feeling very proud of herself. What a stupid king.

She had almost rounded a corner when she suddenly ran into two figures. Werewolves. Male and female. She could tell that these ones were powerful and were on completely different levels compared to the guards. She could say they were almost as powerful as the Alpha King, but at the same time, they were still not close to his power.

Beads of sweat ran down her chin as her hands trembled slightly. These werewolves were not to be messed with. They could easily kill her where she stood without blinking an eye.

“Going somewhere?” The male grinned with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “The rumors said that the prisoner was a woman, but I didn't think you'd be this pretty.”

“Knox! Stop trying to flirt with the prisoner!” The female werewolf exclaimed, completely exasperated as she hit the male called Knox on the head.

“Ow! Asha, what the f**k?” Knox protested, rubbing his assaulted head.

“You do not have to flirt with every woman you see, you i***t. Have you no shame?” The one called Asha glared at Knox, giving him a disapproving glare.

Knox raised his hands in mock surrender as amusement lined his features. “Fine, I promise not to flirt with any woman ever again.”

Asha rolled her eyes. “And I know you'll keep your promise when pigs fly.”

“Ouch.” Knox let out an amused chuckle, running his hands through his hair.

Hera’s whole body trembled as she watched the two bicker. She couldn't run away because she knew she wouldn't get far before they would catch up to her and rip her throat out. Instead, she watched the two bicker, wondering if they were siblings.

But it seemed so unlikely. They looked too different. One had short golden brown hair with baby blue eyes while the other had extremely long auburn hair with forest green eyes.

The only trait they had in common was their extremely good looks. They had that ethereal beauty around them which seemed to be a common trait in Blood-Stone. Was it like a werewolf thing or was there something in the air in this city?

“You,” Asha said to Hera suddenly and her green eyes narrowed harshly. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I can’t let you leave. Turn around nicely and head back to your room or I'll make you.”

Hera gulped loudly as she willed her hands to stop trembling. The stern expression on the beta's face told Hera that she wasn't playing around and she would drag her back to the royal chambers if she had to.

Not in the mood to collect any more black eyes from werewolves, Hera raised up her hands in surrender, turned around and slowly made her way back to her room. She couldn't even think of escaping because the werewolves were right behind her.

Any wrong move from her and she knew they wouldn't hesitate to make an example of her. Hera let out a sad sigh as tears stung her eyes. She was so close to escaping. She could almost taste her freedom but now her hopes had been squashed by these stupid, tough-looking werewolves.

How the hell was she supposed to escape and carry out her revenge now? She knew for sure that her room would be heavily guarded from on. Was there even any hope of her ever leaving the palace?