The Princess rested her palms on the bare ground as the tears dropped steadily from her green orbs.
Exhaustion was in every inch of her body as her head was lung low and her fatigued limbs barely had the strength to hold her up.
She could still feel the gazes of the werewolves who were probably mocking her silently but she could care less as the energy to squirm indeed their stare had been long drained.
She didn't know where Lukel had gone to after he had made her witness such horrible things but he made sure to leave another dent in her heart.
Her head kept on replaying the images of the werewolves' scars and what they had gone through ran in her head over and over again and no matter how she tried to shut it off, it kept on coming back with much force.
"No!!!" She screamed out loud as she held her head up when the images became too vivid for her liking.
Did he-Did he plan on torturing her that way?
No-No.
