Twenty-eight

Chapter 28

Hope

"Wh-what are you doing?" My voice trembled as I spoke quietly, not wanting to move my throat too much which would cause the tip of the sword to slice my skin a little bit.

"You Vitalis' are the bane of all Lycans' existences. Once you all die, everything will go back to the way it was." Thaddeus said remotely, like he had practiced that line a lot before saying it.

"I d-don't understand," a stray tear slid down from my eyes, ran down my cheek and splattered down on the sword.

"Fake tears will not fool me," he said, then raised the blade above my head in an attempt to slice my head off.

I squinted my eyes closed, awaiting my death in fear. One second, two seconds, three seconds, I heard a clang, sounding like two blades clashing. I slowly peeled my eyes open to see a blade holding Thaddeus' own back.

I looked at the owner of the new sword and saw Darius. The veins on his neck were throbbing, as well as the ones on his forehead. He shot Thaddeus a look and the councilm