CHAPTER 11

Malrik's POV

"This way," One of the guards said, leading me through the palace gardens. "Can't you walk properly?" He asked, pushing me roughly.

My jaw clenched. I jerked from his grip, almost getting free from him but the guard caught me again. Lyra's body was delicate, the guards could easily get hold of me.

"How could the witch's body be this weak?" My wolf roared in anger.

"What do you think you're doing?" The guard asked, glaring at me.

How could such a guard look down on me? That was such an humiliation, if only he knew who was standing before him.

I bit my lower lip...