Chapter 42 Cold blood
Chapter 42: cold blood
Milo pov
But he didn't reply.
As I continued to move forward, a memory suddenly flashed in my mind. I felt my vision flicker like a light bulb, before my surroundings changed to the day of my punishment. The voices and cheers of people rang through the now full arena.
I looked in shock at the podium, and in the center was a boy who was tied to a stake with tight, strong chains. His skin was turned and bloodied like he was soaked in a blood bath.
But I knew without being told that they were the boy's blood. He kept on screaming and begging for it to stop, but the sound of the whip felt like my heart was pierced with a blade.
Without thinking, I reached forward for the boy, but to my horror, I couldn't control my body that was rooted in place. I stood in the corner, watching like some distant observer.
Wincing every time a stroke lands. I couldn’t bear to see the boy suffer. He looked like he would give up anytime soon, but despite the pain, a bright light continued to burn in his eyes.
When I wanted to close my eyes to block the gruesome scene. The boy suddenly stopped screaming. His eyes snapped open, filled with gold and silver lights that burned like the stars.
I stood in shock, watching the event unfold before my eyes.
Before the executioner could move, the boy was gone from the stake.
If not, my eyes were wide open. I could have missed the flicker in the air as the boy appeared before the executioner at a breath speed.
And then before anybody could react…
The executioner’s head rolled across the stone podium, plunging the whole Arena into a deep pin silent.
Before he was let loose…
The vision vanished.
I gasped, stumbling back in shock and falling hard on my bottom. But the pain didn't register in my head.
All I could think about was the look in the boy's eyes as he stood with blood-soaked hands, an emotionless smile playing on his lips.
A whimper escaped my lips.
That boy was me.
And I have killed a man…
I am the abomination they talk about in the dark.
No wonder James kept looking at me with a strange look. And my wolf, he had hidden this part from me. And worst part, the leader of the group…something told me that he knews…
I am dangerous.
I couldn't remember it before, but now, everything flooded my brain like water that was left open in a dam. The fire I had felt spread through my body…
I have to leave.
Now.
But before I could make any move, a shrill, terrified scream reached my ears.
I immediately sprang up to my feet, stumbling toward the direction of the scream. I was still shaken from what I had seen, but I forced myself to move my legs. My heart racing like a machine.
“Where are you going?” Lior, my wolf, sounded scared.
“I don’t know,” I hissed aloud. “But someone’s in trouble.”
“Turn back. TURN BACK, Milo. This is not your fight!”
But it was too late. I was already in the clearing of the pack. O4 what used to be the clearing.
The thick scent of blood hit me like a welcome gift. My stomach churned from the dead bodies that littered on the ground, all of them wearing a foreign sigil.
Distant noises caught my attention. As I followed it, I only went back away from what I saw.
Dangerous looking Warriors gathered in a circle, their expressions were grim, and their weapons were covered in blood.
I tried to peek through the crack to know what was happening in the circle. But I was not prepared for what I saw.
A body lay still in the dirt, a slash mark was carved on his throat, eyes wide and unblinking.
He was dead!
Kneeling beside him was another man who looked to be in his forties. His hands were trembling, arms over his head.
And standing above them all…
master.
His hand was soaked with blood, His claws glinting under the moonlight.
His shirt was half-ripped, his eyes glowing gold, and rage radiated off him like a fire furnace. The air seemed to warp around him.
“Please,” he begged. “Please, Alpha…I have a mate… pups… they need me…” the man was begging for his life.
My heart pounded violently.
Master tilted his head, and for a moment, I thought he would have mercy and spare him.
But I couldn't have been so wrong
When I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, glad that everything had ended…
master suddenly turned with blinding speed. The only thing I saw was the glint of his sharp claws before the sound of skin tearing rang through the air.
The warriors cheered.
With one swift slash, the man’s body jerked, blood spraying in the air like a fountain, before he crumbled.
I gasped.
Maybe a little too loud, as the cheering suddenly stopped. master's head snapped to my location.
His golden gaze furrowed….
I didn’t wait.
I turned, and ran.