#Chapter 123: Courtyard

Logan The courtyard had dark as evening solidified. The surroundings were lit by torches and lanterns to give life to the dimmed courtyard. A small gathering of people had collected around the dais that had been brought out. This time, unlike with Emma’s execution, Scott would be viewed not by a crowd of mostly common folk but by nobles, people who would take what happened that evening and spread the word accordingly. People who would do best to learn what betrayal of their Alpha King would cost them. Scott knelt in the center of the dais, bound and silent, the glint of moonlight winking off of the iron chains at his wrists. He was mute, having no voice left to curse us with. Hollow eyes staring up at the blade that would end him. Alex stood over him, sword in hand, as Scott watched the naked blade. The prince’s grip was steady, his jaw clenched tight. I had never seen such fury in Alex before. Rage simmered beneath his skin, and I could feel it like heat rolling off him in w