The following morning, I was escorted out of my cell by the Lycan guards, my body still aching from the beating I had received. I didn't know what to expect, but I was prepared to face whatever punishment was coming my way. As I walked, I could feel the eyes of the other Lycans on me, their glasses filled with contempt and disgust.Lycan was waiting for me, his face set in a deep scowl. "You have disgraced our pack," he growled, his voice filled with anger. "And for that, you will suffer."I stood there, my head held high, as he continued to speak. He told me that my punishment would be the worst possible, that I would be pushed to my physical limits and beyond. And then he ordered the guards to begin.The next few hours were a blur of pain and suffering. I was made to push a heavy object around, with Lycan and his men thrashing me whenever I slowed down or stumbled. My muscles screamed in agony, and my mind was foggy with pain. But I refused to give up. I was a wolf, and I would not b
"I know," Zara said, her voice gentle. "But there's always a better way. Revenge only leads to more pain and suffering.""I realise that now," I said, tears streaming down my face. "But it's too late. I've already paid the price.""It's not too late," Zara said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You're still alive, and you still have a chance to make things right.""How?" I asked, my voice filled with doubt."I don't know," Zara said, her voice soft. "But I do know that you're strong, and you're brave. You'll figure it out.""Thank you, Zara," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Zara smiled at me and then got up to leave. As she walked away, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe she was right. Maybe there was a way to make things right, to undo the consequences of revenge. I was a wolf, and I would fight until my last breath.As I lay on the cold, damp floor of my cell, I could hear the footsteps of several men approaching. My heart raced as I knew who it was. Lycan and
And with those words, he motioned to his men, who dragged three prisoners into my cell. I recognized them as the same ones who had abused me before. My heart sank as I realised what was about to happen.They took turns, abusing me, hurting me, and laughing at my pain. And as I cried out for help but no one was available to help me.I was terrified as I was dragged out of my cell and brought before Lycan and the other slaves. My body ached from the wounds that were inflicted on me the previous night, but I tried to stand tall and keep my head held high. Lycan stood before me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he addressed the other slaves."Look at her," he said, gesturing to me with a cruel smile. "This is what happens when you disobey me. You will all obey my every command, or you will face the same punishment."The other slaves cowered and trembled, afraid to make a sound. I could see the fear in their eyes, and my heart ached for them. They were all so young and innocent, force
The day of the new slave shipment arrived, and I watched as the cart pulled into the compound, guarded by Lycan's men. The new slaves looked tired and defeated, their spirits were broken by their long journey.I approached them cautiously, trying to appear as unassuming as possible. "Welcome," I said softly. "My name is Maya. I've been here for a while. I know this place can be hard, but we're not alone. There are others here who want to fight back against Lycan and his men."The new slaves looked at me with a mix of fear and hope. "But how can we fight back?" one of them asked. "Lycan is too strong. He'll kill us if we try anything."I smiled at them. "I have a plan," I said. "It's risky, but I believe it can work. We just need to be brave and stick together."Over the next few days, I worked tirelessly to gain the trust of the new slaves, sharing my own experiences of life under Lycan's rule and telling them about the rebellion that had been quashed before. Slowly but surely, I could
One of the other slaves, a young woman who had arrived in the camp just a few days before, had been caught stealing from another slave. When Lycan found out, he ordered that her hand be cut off.I watched in horror as two of Lycan's henchmen held the woman down while LycanAs I watched Lycan's henchmen hold the woman down, my heart sank with a feeling of helplessness. I couldn't just stand by and watch this barbaric punishment being carried out."Stop! Please, Lycan, don't do this!" I yelled, stepping forward.Lycan turned to face me, his face twisted in anger. "What is the meaning of this, Ulva?" he growled."You can't do this to her, Lycan," I said, my voice trembling with fear. "It's not right. She's just a young girl, she doesn't deserve this."Lycan's eyes narrowed as he glared at me. "She stole from one of my own, Ulva. Do you think I can just let that slide?""I understand that Lycan, but cutting off her hand is too severe," I said, trying to reason with him. "There has to be an
I wasn't sure if I believed them. Lycan was still a terrifying presence in the camp, and I knew that his punishments could be brutal. But I couldn't deny that I had started to see things differently.As the weeks turned into months, I found myself feeling grateful for the relative safety of Lycan's camp. Life was hard, but it was predictable. I knew what was expected of me, and I knew what the consequences would be if I broke the rules.One day, as I was walking through the camp, I heard a commotion coming from Lycan's tent. Curiosity got the better of me, and I peeked inside.To my surprise, I saw Lycan sitting at a makeshift desk, surrounded by papers and books. He looked up as I entered, and I could see a flash of irritation in his eyes."What do you want?" he growled.I hesitated, not sure if I should speak. But then I remembered what I had heard about Lycan's past. Maybe he wasn't as cruel as I had thought."I was just... curious," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Lycan's e
My heart sank as I heard those words. I knew what was coming next. The arena was where Lycan sent slaves to fight for their lives against wild beasts. The victor would earn their freedom, but most ended up dead. And he was sending me into the arena.I was no fighter, but I had to survive. For the sake of the other slaves. I took a deep breath and tried to steady my trembling hands. I knew I couldn't win this fight, but I had to try.As they dragged me to the arena, the other slaves looked on in fear. They knew what was at stake. My life. Their hope. They were counting on me to survive. I couldn't let them down.When I arrived in the arena, I saw the beast I was supposed to fight. It was huge, with fur as black as the night and eyes as red as blood. Its jaws were lined with sharp teeth, and it growled as it saw me. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before.The crowd roared as the beast charged at me. I closed my eyes and waited for the end. But the end didn't come. I opened my
Lycan laughed at a cold and heartless sound. "You're both fools. Freedom is a fantasy. You belong to me, and you always will."He ordered his men to deal with us and take us back to our cell.I woke up in my cell, my body aching with pain. Lykos was lying next to me, unconscious. I remembered what had happened, how Lycan had ordered his men to attack us, and how Lykos had sacrificed himself to protect me.I gently shook Lykos, trying to wake him up, but he didn't respond. I was worried that he might never wake up, that he might be gone forever. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about all the things I wished I had said to him.Days turned into weeks, and Lykos remained unconscious. I spent most of my time by his side, tending to his wounds and hoping that he would wake up. I felt hopeless and alone, but I refused to give up.One day, while I was sitting by Lykos's side, a guard walked in. "Lycan wants to see you," he said.I stood up, my body sore and weak, and followed the guard