The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1155

Arron's POV:

When I opened my eyes, all I see was darkness. I blinked dazedly and realized that my hands were bound. What was more, there were several other kids next to me, all of them tied up as well.

I struggled to sit up, feeling more restless by the second. The place was dank and reeked of blood and mold. I could even make out cobwebs in the corners of what looked to be a massive tent-like thing.

It was very noisy outside. Wherever this was, it definitely wasn't in the imperial palace. Uncle Long Legs would die before allowing the imperial palace to resemble anything like a rowdy farmers' market.

I had no idea what was going on. The last thing I remembered was going to sleep, and then the large floorboard beside the bed was suddenly pushed open. It was so sudden and yet so strange that my initial thought was that I was dreaming. Those kinds of things only happened in nightmares.

Then, before I could call for help, a werewolf had appeared and knocked me out.

The bandages around my head were dirty now, and the knot loosened so that some of the strips fell over my eyes. I flicked my head back to keep my sight clear before trying to stand up.

More than fear, I felt worried about Mommy. She would be so upset if she found out that I disappeared. I need to figure out a way to get out of here.

Another wave of the metallic smell of blood hit me, and I knew then that my captors were dangerous

people. Unfortunately, I was too young, I would be no match against them. My best chance for survival would be to escape.

The other kids hadn't woken up yet. I tried to call out to them as quietly as I could, but it was no use.

I couldn't stick around any longer. It would be better to flee now and come back for them later.

I walked around gingerly and surveyed my surroundings. The tent had no windows, just a small, wooded door off to one side.

As expected, it was locked.

I tried to keep my breaths shallow, if only so that I could hide the fact that my heart was racing.

The heavy footsteps kept circling us.

I didn't know what they were looking at, and I wasn't brave enough to risk another peep. I tried to calm my thundering heart by conjuring images of Mommy. I always thought of her whenever I was afraid.

I knew that Mommy would come for me. She would be here soon. I just need to hold out and survive until she arrived. Until then, I must not give up hope!

I was still pep talking to myself when one of the clown-faced knights stopped beside me. I had no way of knowing what he was doing above me, presumably staring at me.

Then I heard him speak, his words sending a chill down my spine. "It looks like someone is being naughty by pretending to be asleep."

My breath hitched in my throat, and I could feel cold sweat beading on my forehead.