Anger flashes on the face of the brute-beast, towering over them with an extra six feet. The jaws of the white northern wolf spread from 10 to 13inches and his fangs are over three inches long.
Its eyes that were once a bright yellow, were now so dark like inky shadows, drilling, very witch-like and wicked, instigating fear into the soul of every living being that looked at it.
The natural color of Junior mark's face drained away and tears, aiming for empathy, dribbled down his ashen cheeks.
He whimpered In a low tone and said to the beast "Please, sir, I didn't know the wolf meant something to you. I didn't know you were the northern wolf king."
Veronica's head hung low as Mark continued to explain himself. The young girl was shaking, breathing harshly as her chest tightened. "I have to run. Where to run? How will I flee? I… I'm scared. This man is insanely strong. He'll kill me after he's done with Mark. What to do…"
She finally summed up the courage to look around for an escape route, but the large dire wolves would not give her a chance. They growled as she made a slight move and took a step forward, making her body jolt.
"Please forgive me master!!!" Sadness and pain wreaked Mark as he stammered, seeking for forgiveness and a chance to be freed from the King's wrath. But the beast showed no pity, just looked down on the human, barely listening to anything he was saying.
Fearfully, for a moment, Mark looked around feebly, feeling himself babble with stammering lips, "I… I… I apologize for hurting the wolf"
Marks' speech bored the king, and he could no longer listen to the gibberish the human was saying.
"Grina Tan Si Leh," The king cast a spell on Mark and said "You won't die for as long as I wish, you will be covered in scars, your own blood and you will feel every pain, but sadly death won't find you. It is a spell for eternal torment without death."
As they both stood still, pondering the King's saying, only Veronica's drowsy stillness was shivered by a sudden, loud cry, followed thereafter by a clamour of fierce shouting from Mark.
The king tore fiercely at the thick skin on his neck to lay open the red flesh and, to make things worse; he poisoned Junior with his toxic claws.
The poison caused Mark to leap thrice into the air, and then to fall upon the ground with a dreadful cry. It felt like he was being eaten from the inside and his mouth foamed with excess saliva as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Mark regained consciousness and his hysterical crying continued to smite the air until the King grunted in command, "Shut up!"
The werewolf's foot dropped on Mark's back, causing a fresh wave of pain to come crashing over him. The king reached for his arms and pulled them backwards until Mark could hear the reaping sound of his own ligament tear, and the breaking of his bones followed.
Veronica's tears rolled off her chin, before they drop, dramatically to the ground and formed tiny puddles at her feet. She could hear the pulsating of her restless heart as her eyes lingered to Mark, who was vomiting a mixture of the blood that pooled in his mouth and his undigested food.
The scene would be forever stamped indelibly in both their memories and would be another nightmare to dream about.
Again Mark's horrible cry rang out, dying down to a harsh croaking. His mind screamed when he could no longer allow his mouth to give a reaction. The king continued to stomp on the man, making his spine smoulder and from his large snout, his laughter grew loud. It was a poisonous arrow of mockery aimed at Mark's foolishness and weakness, the latter would be forever trapped in pain from that day forth.
"As for you…" The Werewolf moved away from Mark and left him in his agony whilst approaching Veronica. She glimpsed at a traumatized mark that was helplessly lying on the ground, stifling his cry by holding his left arm over his mouth.
She then looked back at the wolf that wanted to grab her until Zuiver dragged her stiff leg to her master's side, whimpering for his attention.
"Huh?" The werewolf king slowly reverted to its humanoid form after listening to what Zuiver had to say. But before he could clarify from Veronica, something came over her and she bursted into a frantic run away from the scene.
Pain shot through her leg with every footfall, especially the one that was wounded. The haze of fear was her adrenaline, and she couldn't afford to stop running despite the pain.
Twigs and dead leaves made a deafening crunch underneath the feet, and she kept running without looking back.
The girl's feet caught a root, and it caused her to come stumbling before her body came to a sweating halt. Veronica let out a grunt of pain as she looked at her scraped knee and twisted ankle. She covered his mouth to hide her scream so she wouldn't attract any other human in the area.
With tears in her eyes, she forced herself back on her aching feet and continued her run for safety.
Despite the distance, the king followed her scent slowly with Zuiver in his arms and having Mark crawl along with them.
He wanted to speak with Veronica. Zuiver wouldn't protect a human no matter what, but for the first time since her birth, she did the unexpected.
"My lord!!!" The king's army appeared before him and went on a knee with their hands on the chest "We have annihilated all humans."
"Not all, there are some still present," the king said, walking by them with Mark still following and they all wondered if the human on a leash was the Lord's reason for saying so. But little did they know a human had picked his interest.
A group of slave traders had cornered Veronica. She tried to run away from them, but she had reached her limit and was left with little to no energy in her body. They blew a strange powder in her face, then snatched her by her neck before hauling her into their slave caravan once they made sure she had fainted.
Fifteen minutes had passed and the king finally arrived at the area her scent led to. He made his way through the bushes and was surprised to hear a booming voice that definitely wasn't hers.
"GET INSIDE ALL YE STUPID SLAVES!"
"A slave trader?" The king titled his head as he moved towards the caravan. The scent of the girl got strong until he came close to the wagon.
"A slave trader got to her before I did. She's fortunate that I am here now. If not, she'd have ended up in the wrong hands."
The slave trader didn't expect to find Lord Lucilfer in front of his slave wagon. He quickly bowed to the king to avoid problems then asked a question "M-my lord… good day, if you don't mind me asking… what brings you here?" The slave trader's legs shook as sweat trickled down his face.
The king ignored him and swiveled his head in the direction of the slaves and observed each and everyone of them. His eyes widened, and he let out a small gasp at his discovery. Veronica wasn't one of them.