The Love of a Lycan

"Call Sapphire over, see if she could do something about them." Torak instructed.

"Yes Alpha." Jimmy nodded and went out of the room. 

Sapphire was the head healer in Raven village, it was beyond rare for her to make an appearance, but if she did appear, then the situation was alarming.

Since the victims could do nothing except staring blankly, there were only two healers attended inside the room, when they finished their examination, one of them with short hair walked timidly towards Torak.

"Alpha, if it was Succubus, then there's nothing we could do with them." She said meekly, glanced at those people from her shoulder.

"Are they all the victims?" Torak asked the healer without spared her a glance. 

"There are twelve werewolves died."The young healer lowered her head in regret. It was too late for them, when she arrived they had gone.

Calleb growled deeply upon hearing that, something like that had never happened before. It was the first time they were being attacked on their own territory. 

Torak swept his gaze for the last time to the entire room before he turned around and walked out of the door. 

For the outside world he was the cold-blooded and feared Alpha with limited words, the legendary beast that once turned the astral world upside down with his ferocious act. 

A Donovan. 

The cursed Lycan.

The living destruction.

Torak trotted down the stairs and went down to another stairs to the basement, where the cells were located. 

It was so dark and gloomy place with depressing feeling remained in the air, the only lights in the hallway were coming from some old medieval torches that were hanging on the stone wall.

Once people set a foot there, they probably would think that they were being traveled back to centuries ago. Nothing had a touch of modernization down there. There was no signs of any renovation, or restoration whatsoever had been done to that space, as if that space itself was a giant time capsule from the past.

All the werewolves, who were standing on guard, lowered their gazes when they saw Torak. Since looking at the Alpha's eyes was considered as an act of challenge for Lycans and that was the last thing that they wanted to ever happen them.

However, even without that knowledge, the dominating aura that came naturally from the Supreme Alpha was enough to subdue them. 

The ray of the sun couldn't penetrate that place, which was causing the smell of fungus and moss that dominated heir nose. 

These smells upset their nose as Calleb kept rubbing his multiple times. 

But, Torak remained unbothered and walked in silent with Calleb followed behind him closely, before they stopped at the end of the hallway.

Two guards greeted them and opened the steel cell door.

It was the cell where they retained Jenedieth. On the floor, two thick silver chains that initially were used to hold Jenedieth had cut into two. 

Whoever had done that, was definitely not a Lycan or werewolf as their kind couldn't resist silver.

Looking at that, Torak's eyes dimmed, his blue ocean eyes flickered to black color, gritted his teeth to contain his anger.

He should have killed that woman the moment he killed her father from hurting his mate before another creatures took her away for whatever purposed they had in mind.

The longer they were there, his beast became more surfaced as his claw was threatening to come out from his fingernails.

"Let's go back." Torak said coldly.