#Chapter 66: They Need a King

Neil Serena was alive, kneeling in front of me, her face streaked with tears and dried blood. I didn’t know what my brother intended to do with her after this, but I knew it would not be good. Caleb knelt down slowly, gripping a handful of Serena’s hair as he did. The way he tugged her head upward, causing her to wince, made my blood boil even more. “Go ahead, girl. Tell us who really kidnapped you. Who really killed your entire family.” Serena wrenched her mouth shut, refusing to speak. But it was useless. All it took was one hard slap across her face from Caleb, his handprint instantly reddening her cheek, for her to speak. “W-Werewolves,” she bit out, her voice trembling. “I-It was Werewolves.” I struggled against the guards holding me to no avail, rough growls rumbling in my chest as I watched her clutch her face. Caleb simply smirked at me. “Werewolves,” he repeated. “Interesting. And what’s especially interesting, Neil, is that your little Were