#Chapter 210: Austerity

Ava The guards showed us little mercy as they shoved us roughly through the massive doors of the throne room, their spears pointed at our backs. I stumbled, the point of one spear pressing through my jacket, but I couldn’t slow down; something told me that these guards wouldn’t care if they injured us, even though Chris had just announced himself as the Alpha of Moonstone. “Move,” the guards hissed, forcing us forward. As the doors to the throne room swung open with a deafening creak, I couldn’t help but let my mouth hang open in awe. The room was positively enormous, with ceilings that were so high they disappeared into inky black shadows above. Stone pillars that would have taken at least five men linking hands to fully encircle lined the aisle leading up to the throne made of rock, and our footsteps echoed a thousand times over as we were shoved ahead. What struck me most, though, was the pervasive chill that bit at my cheeks as we were shoved through