Chapter 43

Lyra's pov

For what seemed to be an eternity later, Zaky finally arrived, his head bowed like he was grieving. I wasn't surprised, if I were to be in his shoes, I'd most definitely grief for the alpha too. He was slowly falling into the wrong hands and who could correct him? Everyone who had tried to talk to him were either put to death or thrown in a small dark room he fondly refers to as the dungeon.

"Ah, Zaky, welcome."I greeted and followed him into the infirmary

As Zaky examined Ragnar,he seemed impressed."He's recovering."He whispered.

Elara just stood in a corner of the room watching our...