Noah POV
The large oak doors of the General Assembly Hall crashed open with a deafening sound as I and the other Lycan Kings were shoved roughly into it. We were dragged from the quarters where the Lycan Kings were staying to the hall. I could see their faces battered with bruises and dirt.
I was no exception either. My ribs ached from the merciless blows of the mercenary soldiers' batons and kicks. As much as my heart was boiling with fury, there was nothing I could do. We were held bound by handcuffs… not just any kind of handcuffs but handcuffs made from the bark of a whispering tree.
It could hold even the strongest of Lycan. The more you struggle against it, the more it sinks into your skin and the more the poison travels around the body. I wanted to stay alive, so much and I knew at this point, that I just had to do everything they were saying.
