Chapter 59: Enemy 2.

I look away from her to see he’s stepping into the cell again and before I know it, he yanks her by the hair, dragging her away from me as she fights with her nails to get his hands off when he throws her to the floor and rams his foot into her abdomen.

‘Mother!’ I charge onto my feet and grit regretfully, knowing I can’t do much as I’m exhausting all the strength I have left to fight the weakness off.

She winces, her body trembling into a curl on the floor as she coughs repeatedly. He squats to the floor, gripping fist-full of her messy hair to lift her off the floor and forced to sit.

Izayah chuckles, handing the crown- the crown?! It’s one my mother wore, carved from no normal rigid ice…my greatest memento of her that I’ve kept hidden since the day it was given to me. I was told she often had it on her head at all times, giving the impression she was from some royal wolf kingdom hidden somewhere.

I watch Kieren collect the tray with the crown on it while laughing, “That bitch oft