Chapter 142
Aaliyah
As I stood in front of the pyre, forgoing the tradition of the Lycans, the dead were to be burned. Within two weeks, the Vampires and Werewolves under Vladimir had killed many of our warriors.
I stood on the open ground, dressed in a long black coat and blue jeans.
I was not the only one here. Enola stood at my side. Hayley and Lucian stood together, and in front of us was Tristan. Some warriors stood behind us. I was holding Kieran in my arms.
I shook my head sadly as the warriors, who were wrapped in thin white clothing, were carried from the black van. Their blood soaked through the fabric.
I shook my head again. How had we gone from living a peaceful, beautiful life to this? This was just the beginning, but more than hundreds of Tristan's warriors had been killed. This was because two brothers wanted the throne. A fight for the throne. This was a war between two Kings.
