ARNOLD The air in the Kingdom of the South feels thick with tension and anger. My heart pounds in my chest, and my fists clench at my sides as I think about Hazel. She’s out there somewhere, and she needs us. She needs me. Ethan and I exchange a glance, and I can see the same fury in his eyes. Hunter. The name burns like acid in my mind. He’s the one who took her. He’s the one who’s making her suffer. “We have to find her, Arnold.” Ethan says, his voice tight with rage. “I know!” I reply, my jaw clenched. “And we will. I swear it.” We push our way through the crowded marketplace, our eyes scanning for any sign of Hunter’s men. The Kingdom of the South is a maze of narrow streets and bustling activity, but we don’t have time to be distracted. Every second counts. Suddenly, a group of women rush towards us, their faces filled with grins as they try to sell things to us. One of them, a young woman with dark hair, holds something out to me. “Wait!” she calls. “You need to see
ETHAN It is obvious that Hunter has kidnapped Hazel now, but Arnold and I literally had to break into his palace, but we couldn’t even do anything. Hunter was nowhere to be found, and there was no sight of Hazel. “And if he kidnapped Hazel, where do you think they would be?” Arnold asks, and I feel a chill down my spine. Hunter could be tormenting Hazel by now, and there was nothing we could do about it. I punched the wall and the skin on my fists split painfully, but that was not even enough to mask what I was feeling inside. The pain is nothing compared to the torment of imagining what Hazel might be enduring. “How could he not be in the palace? Then where is he?” Arnold mutters, sighing. We have stormed through every room, overturned furniture, and questioned every guard we encountered, but there was no sign of Hunter or Hazel. Arnold mutters, pacing back and forth. “Then where is he?” “We have to think, Arnold,” I say, trying to calm myself. “Hunter must have a pla
ETHAN“Well, well, well.” He says, his voice dripping with malice. “If it isn’t the mighty kings come to rescue their precious queen.” I grit my teeth as my grip tightens around my sword. “Where is she, Hunter? We know you have her.” I demand, my voice steady in spite of the anger burning inside me. Hunter laughs, a cold, mocking sound that sends shivers down my spine. “Oh, she’s here.” He says, gesturing to a door at the far end of the chamber. “But whether you’ll ever see her again depends on how cooperative you are.” I exchange a glance with Arnold, a silent understanding passing between us. We’re in this together, no matter what. And we’ll do whatever it takes to save Hazel. There is a lot of bad blood in the room as Hunter's guards surround us, their weapons drawn and ready for a fight. Arnold and I exchange a nod, silently communicating our readiness to take on whatever they send our way. They have no idea who they’re dealing with. Without hesitation, the guards charg
ARNOLDI can feel the anger burning inside me as Ethan and I storm back to our motel room. We're both fuming, and our minds are racing with thoughts of how to rescue Hazel from Hunter's clutches. How did he think to pull that trick on us? And we went through all that stress for a random person. "We can't let him get away with this. I will end him!" Ethan mutters, pacing back and forth. "We have to find a way to get her back." I nod in agreement, my fists clenched at my sides. "That was the main goal from the beginning. But how?" I ask, frustration lacing my voice. "We don't even know where to start looking." Ethan stops pacing and turns to me, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Wait a minute." He says, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "I think I might have an idea." I raise an eyebrow, curious to hear what he's thinking. "What is it?" I ask, leaning in closer. "Remember that piece of land behind Hunter's palace?" Ethan says, excitement creeping into his voice
HUNTERI'm pacing back and forth in my office, my fists clenched so tight I can feel my nails digging into my palms. The humiliation from last night still burns in my veins. Hazel, that infuriating woman, dared to embarrass me in front of everyone. No one disrespects me like that. No one. I need to teach her a lesson she won't forget. "Find Queen Hazel!" I snap at my beta, Ryan. He nods, eyes wide with a mix of fear and respect, and rushes out of the room. Good. I need her brought to me as soon as possible. The more I think about it, the more my anger grows, twisting into a dark desire for revenge. And just as it felt good, my spies had reported to me that Hazel was being taken away to a safe house. More like being delivered to me, because Ryan would make sure that they are intercepted regardless of what might happen next. Days feel like years, but finally, Ethan returns, dragging Hazel with him. She looks angry, her chin raised in that infuriating way she always does, even thou
HAZELPain. That's all I feel as I lie on the cold, unforgiving floor of my cell. Every inch of my body aches, a relentless reminder of Hunter's brutality. The darkness of unconsciousness envelops me as soon as my head hits the ground. In the world of shadows and the darkness, I’m still in the fog of my unconsciousness, and I start having more dreams. More like visions, actually, more vivid than reality, and they sweep me into a place filled with light, and where hope clashes with despair. A faceless figure comes out from the mist, and its presence is both ominous and comforting. "Hazel," The voice says, and the vibration is resonating within me like a distant thunder. "You have strength within you, untapped potential waiting to be unleashed." Of course, this has been happening for a while, and all I do is dig and listen. Confusion mingles with the pain as I struggle to grasp the significance of these visions. Yet, with each passing moment, clarity dawns upon me like the first
ETHANThe towering walls that separate us from our destination still stand tall, but my brother and I are ready, adrenaline courses through my veins, mingling with a sense of nervousness. This is our chance to uncover the truth, to reveal the secrets that Hunter has been keeping hidden, and to save our mate. With practiced ease, Arnold and I scale the walls, and it’s easier than it looks, because our movements are swift and sure. That, or we are just really good at things like this. The cold stone presses against my palms as I haul myself up, my muscles straining with the effort. But the exhilaration of the climb outweighs the physical discomfort, driving me forward with renewed determination. Finally, we reach the other side, and what we see leaves us speechless. Structures rise up from the ground like specters in the night, their dark silhouettes casting long shadows across the barren landscape. At the far end, we spot a series of short pillars arranged in a mysterious pattern
ETHANIn spite of their numbers, we hold our ground, our determination unwavering as we fight tooth and nail to gain the upper hand. Finally, with a well timed blow, Arnold manages to disarm one of the guards, sending him crashing to the ground with a resounding thud and then fights the others. Seizing the opportunity, I grab the keys from the table and rush over to Hazel's side, my hands shaking with adrenaline as I unlock her chains. The lock clicks open, and with a sigh of relief, Hazel gets up to leave, her eyes filled with relief as she looks at us. "Thank you." She whispers, her voice weak. But before we can take another step, the sound of footsteps echoes down the corridor once more, and Hunter's men burst into the room, their weapons drawn and ready for battle. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I realize that we're outnumbered, our chances of escape growing slimmer by the second. Thinking quickly, Arnold pushes Hazel back into her cell, shielding her from the impend