The little hope in my chest was slowly fading away. I was abducted by these werewolves without any idea about their leader.
I knew they only wanted to defeat Lisandro and take the throne away from him. If they could kill the alpha, his family would live in a miserable world.
The new king might send them into the isolated part of their territory until they died of starvation and thirst.
It would be the most horrifying thing for Lisandro. Even until his death, he would never forget the enemies' actions and selfish ambitions.
After a short time, I just found myself standing in the center of an open field. It was wide as the broadest stadium in the country.
There were trees around, flowering plants, and vines that matched the weeds. I usually see this place in old photographs and encyclopedias.
It was out of the world and it surprised me, literally.
