Jane

“Let go of me!” I roar, my wolf on the surface. “I’ll deal with him myself, Amber.” I push her back and forcefully push the king away. He falls onto his back, and everything happens so fast. I spot a fruit knife on his desk beside the bed. I grab it and swiftly slice his throat, blood gushing out.

“You!” He points at me before collapsing. Serves you right, King, rot in hell. I’m free. Without alerting the guards, I grab my bucket and quietly leave his room. It seems like his room is soundproof.

Otherwise, why would they stand there and do nothing when they hear our commotion?...