The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1159

Arron's POV:

The racket made by the kids seemed to stimulate the kidnappers even more. Sally herself almost doubled over in laughter when she saw me crying. She pinched my cheek and said, "So, you know whatfearis, after all. I thought you were brave, hmm?" I let myself tremble, and then let out a couple of sobs.

Sally peered at me with interest, as if she had found a rare toy. "Go on, call me 'Mommy' again."

I swallowed my indignation and shouted the word. I felt guilty toward my real Mommy, but there was no other way. If I continued to rebel, these evil people might hurt me.

Sally chortled again before telling me to cry louder.

So I did. I would have liked to think that I was simply acting, but I couldn't deny that some of my fears and sorrows were genuine.

I missed Mommy. I wanted to see her soon.

If I died here, Mommy would be devastated.

I needed to survive, no matter what. I still need to grow into a reliable adult who would protect Mommy and Beryl!

At that moment, the werewolf in the black mask, who had been silent all this time, suggested that they went for some drinks and snacks before coming back and dealing with the rest of the kids.

"You guys go ahead. I'll stay here and make sure that no one else tries to run away." Sally was obviously not satisfied with playing tricks on us just yet.

"No one is going to escape, anyway. They're just a

bunch of kids," the one in the red mask scoffed. "We have a lot of work to do tonight. We might not get a chance to eat later."

"Fine." Although reluctant, Sally seemed to revere the bigger werewolf. She walked away from me and followed the other two over to a table in the far side of the tent.

Soon, we heard the clanging of tableware, and the subtle smell of food and wine broke through the stench of blood. The trio chatted and laughed with each other, growing more relaxed. Their attention was fully diverted from us.

"Quick!" I heard one of my pursuer's exclaim, panic lacing his voice. "Turn into a wolf and catch him! Don't let him get near the gates!"

My heart sank. There was no way I could outrun a wolf, I was barely hanging on as it was!

As the gate loomed closer, I mustered all the strength I had and rushed forward. In the next second, however, I felt my feet leave the ground, and then I was floating nearly six feet in the air.

"Let me go!" I knew I had been caught, so all I could do was flail and thrash around.

A deep laughter came from somewhere above me. "You run pretty fast for your age, little brat."

It sounded nothing like the three kidnappers. I twisted around in confusion, and saw another man with a skull mask, holding me by the collar.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed that the trio of kidnappers were now crouched, their foreheads pressed against the ground in a display of reverence. Whoever this skull-faced person was, they clearly feared him.