CHAPTER SEVEN

MADELINE'S POV  The sun had not even begun to rise when a loud knock echoed at the door. I jolted awake, disoriented and alarmed. The abrupt interruption of my sleep left me uneasy as I stood up to check who was at the door. Two warrior werewolves stood before me.  “Miss Madeline, Alpha Konan summons you to the execution hall.”  I swallowed hard, the dry sensation in my throat scratching painfully as I followed them. My mind raced in obvious fear. It wasn’t yet dawn, and the majority of the household was still asleep. I had no time to change into anything more suitable; I was still in my nightgown.  Upon entering the execution hall, I froze at the sight of a familiar figure on the floor, covered in blotches of blood. Fear gripped me as I approached the body. When I recognized it was Drey, my eyes widened in terror and horror.  “Alpha Konan!” I cried out, my voice shrill. “What did he do to deserve this torture? This inhumane treatment?”  I knew that speaking out like this was stepping