Chapter 1
The flames were everywhere, sparks flying through the sky like snowflakes. He was a fury swiping his sword everywhere he could, the clang of it reverberating in his very soul. This is what he was made for.
Destruction, dominance.
His King had given him one task. Seven daughters of seven Huddles. This was the seventh Werewolf huddle he'd pushed his way into. The Alpha here had been furious and ready for them. His daughters he had always treated as treasures. Not willing to give one, so now Efrain would be forced to take them both, and any other unmarried woman he could get his hands on.
For the sake of his Alpha and his kingdom.
Sylvain watched in terror as her people were thrown into barred caravans like they were nothing more than cattle. All women, of marriageable age.
Herself included. She'd tried to run, but her famous red Hair had given her away. The two daughters of Lorcane, the lithe blonde, and her dainty redhead sister. Sylvain, gripped the bars slightly as she looked at her sister shivering in the other carriage her pitiful blue eyes red rimmed after spending most of the night crying.
Most likely for herself.
She would be a ripe victim for those that were taking them. Sylvain cast a glance at the rough looking men, despite the fighting their clothes were still as rich as they were when they'd walked in to the pack house demanding what they were owed.
The women, her sister, and herself were to be tribute for the AlphaKing. What did the King need with so much women? So much royal daughters in one keep?
Sylvain could guess at the reason why, and none of it was good. Not for the women being taken or the journey they would now be thrust into.
