#Chapter39

LENA

She stood in front of yet another dead body..... Her eyes squinted and her hand hover above the wounds, three large claw marks... A missing lower jaw... A derange face. A body that is torn in half a missing limb. All of the crimes had a pattern and a style.

"My queen! What should we do? Another of your concubine is dead." Lena hissed at her General, she's having a head ache from all the problems and pressure that is on her shoulder.

"Silence... Leave me alone for a minute." She commanded her general, who bows in respect and left her alone to think. There is a pattern...