(Book 1) Held as a prisoner for the destruction of Ruby pack, L must fight for her life all while navigating the world partially blind. Her world turns upside down after she finds her way into Emerald territory, the group of Lycans Corvo Edwards wil...
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Her head lay on the block, a large ax hovering just above the nape of her neck. Its teeth longed for the sweet taste of her flesh yet the man who yielded the weapon held it firm, unwilling to allow it to fall just yet. Tears of desperation ran across her cheeks. Not a second went by without a choke that came from deep within her throat; the fear that cascaded from her limp body enveloped the onlookers into a sort of empathetic remorse for the task at hand, and what they were about to witness. Yet none intervened. They knew the consequences of retaliation.
Corvo stepped forward through the crowd; the need to know the girl's identity overpowered his unwillingness to come forward and watch a girl lose her head. He shoved his way through the immobile bodies blocking his path. His hands moved shoulders and he squeezed through the massive crowds surrounding the execution mount. A few disgruntled glares were shared between onlookers as Corvo forced his way through, but he didn't care. Some otherworldly power moved him forward to the front of the stage.
The girl lifted her head just as Corvo forced his way to the front. His feet froze as their gaze crossed. He blinked away the thought of her and yet she did not move. Her right eye, glazed over, blinded from someone long ago. The black hair that rained down her shoulders, unkempt from years of captivity, seemed to consume her in its grasp. A shudder unheard by anyone except Corvo left her lips but she remained silent. A breath too hard would send the back of her neck through the thin metal blade endangering her life.
With one swift movement, the executioner yielded the blade up and over his head. It was as if he were waiting for Corvo to come forward, to witness the execution. The blade whizzed through the air until it stood just above the top of his cloaked face darkened by fabric with small holes for eyes.
"No!" Corvo shouted out but his voice caught wind of the air and dissipated. He yelled again but nobody heard his cries for the girl about to meet death. "No, don't!" His words were nothing compared to the nameless faces that encircled him, their cheers for her death unmasked by their screams. Ovations erupted through the crowd, their mouths dripped with saliva as they looked on with hunger in their voices. Starvation for blood, a sick addiction afflicting everyone in the crowd.
A sizzle filled the air as the blade rained down and sliced through the girl's neck in one clean sweep. A volley of blood splattered across the front of the stage as her head rolled off the block toward the dusty ground below where it rested. Her eyes looked up toward him, filled with pain and a call for help – eternal and forever molded. Corvo's hand lifted to his mouth as he stepped away from the girl's head resting at his feet. A fit of bile slithered up his throat and rested on his tongue.
Silence drowned the open gallery, all eyes focused on the girl's head. Muffled cries left Corvo's lips until his mouth flew open and he yelled. Emotions swirled in his head; his hands gripped onto the sides of his face while he backed away from the crowd, away from the girl who lay on the stage with blood oozing from her neck. Her body fell limp on the wooden stage. A heaped mass of bloody flesh covered with sticky hair clinging to any bare skin available. Corvo watched, unable to take his eyes off the huddled mess on stage. Death spiraled around the courtyard in the form of whoops and hollers from fellow onlookers. A call for a second execution. Someone else to meet their destiny at the block.
