THE LEGEND OF AN UNDEAD LYCAN

Few minutes into her stay there, Rhea realized that it was her father, Ghost that had locked her up. The thought of it made her sick to the bones. Her own father locking her up in a dungeon just because she let her cousin go free. She wondered if her father had killed the poor Layla already. She had promised Xavier of the girl’s safety knowing fully well that it was not guaranteed and from the look of things, she was not going to be able to fulfil her promise. Rhea heard a sound just outside the cell and she stood up and looked to see who it was. She was surprised to see that it was Mork, the commander of her father’s army and one of her closest confidante and she smiled immediately, thinking that he was there to set her free.

“How come it took you so long to get here?” Rhea frowned staring at his face through the aid of the candle light.

Mork frowned as he stepped into the cell and he closed the door behind him. “Food for the night, my princess,” he said as he stepped in. He brought