Back at the ironwood forest.
Everywhere felt tense, everyone felt restless, there was a change in the air that no one could explain.
Maybe it was because the kings of beast were all like ticking time bombs ready to explode leading to extinction of the beast world.
The Question everyone was asking now.
Where was Roxy?
Why did she leave the fate of the beast world in her mates' hand?
Along the road back to the manor, Zarek carried Alice like she was a prey.
Technically she was, since they could eat her any time they wanted.
His large hand remained clamped around the back of her neck, his fingers digging into the muscle just enough to bruise, dragging her toes through the dirt as he marched back toward the Manor.
They ignored her battered cries that sounded more like a croak.
The journey back was silent and terrifying. The forest seemed to recoil from the sheer density of killing intent radiating from the four Kings. Birds stopped singing.
