Rey continued his chasing after the locusts' bandits. He galloped on his horse, racing against time as the image of Garry filled his head. He kept charging across the outskirts of the town and heading west, just like the kingpin had told him. He had been racing throughout the night until the sun finally broke in the sky.Rey looked up, and he couldn't believe it. He had been riding all night without stopping to take a nap or rest. He couldn't believe that he had spent a day looking for Garry. He had thought it would be a simple job, but he was wrong. Now, he was sure without a doubt that Gaius would be damn worried. He just hoped he wasn't trying something bad.After some minutes of racing, Rey finally spotted the outline of a small castle ahead of him. It was built on a hill and surrounded by a formidable moat, a drawbridge, and a stone wall. It was also guarded by more than a dozen soldiers. They wore distinctive armor that Rey had never seen in Isengard before. It was green, shiny
Rey Reed Smith was disgusted by the man's response. He had never felt so humiliated like this in his entire life. He had given him a chance, hoping that he would accept it, release Garry, and spread the bloodshed. But this man has rejected his offer.Rey hated him. Surely, this man's pride will be his downfall. He was very wrong if he thought all the newly turned wolves he was harboring as a soldier would stop him. Rey will show him that there's a limit to a force in the universe that can stop him. He will show Lord Savannah and the black locust bandits that he is hosting something greater. He was hosting the spirit of their ancestor.Surprisingly, Rey felt eager to test out some of Lord Rey's power. The man had given him a minute to use his power, and Rey will not waste precious time and strength. Within that minute, he will create havoc unlike any that Lord Savannah and his men have ever seen. He will show the lord and his men that there's someone greater than them, someone greater
"Rey Reed Smith!" Garry called out, his voice fading away. He was in distress.Rey could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he reached the top of the castle landing and finally heard where the scream was coming from. He turned to the left door and charged down the hallway. After a minute of running, he spotted an open door at the end of the hallway and raced for it.Rey burst into the room and saw Garry. The scene left him speechless, and he knew he might lose him anytime soon.Garry's hand was bound behind him, and he saw a soldier grabbing him roughly and pushing him toward the open window."You will pay for what you did to my lord," The soldiers seethed in rage, and Rey could guess what the man was trying to do. He was preparing to throw Garry out of the window, sending him plunging to his death just like Rey had done to their master.Rey did not hesitate. He summoned all the speed his body could offer and dashed at the man. Before the soldier could throw Garry out the window,
Dylan loved the thrilling bloodshed as it unfolded before his eyes. He galloped on his horse, killing everything that crossed his path. He had never felt like this in the past hundred years. He felt alive. He felt rejuvenated. He could do this all day.It has been three days since he began his invasion, and he has ruined three towns so far. This is the fourth one he will destroy. And in each town he and his men had conquered, he left no survivor. All he did was station a few of his men in the town.At the downfall of a town, Dylan will send a message back to his hometown with a letter saying that he had conquered the town. In return, the elders of his territory will send strong men after the messenger he sent and station them at the fort that Dylan conquered.That's how Dylan loved doing his thing. With that, his men will rebuild the town, but under a new law, a new governor, and new behavior. The foundation will be what Dylan wants. It will be his path. By doing it that way, they wil
Linda Boston, Luna of Brandon, and the son of Dylan stride across the desolate land of Moab. She looked around, her gaze examining the ruin, burnt remains, and ashes of the Moabites' territory. At the sight of it, tears dropped from her face. She was also from this town before meeting Brandon, her destiny mate. Even though Dylan represents everything evil, Brandon was nothing like his father. He had one of the kindest hearts she had ever seen. Despite Dylan's hostile treatment of him and the pack, Brandon will never transfer his aggression to any of the pack members. He was a peace-loving man, and he was ready to sacrifice his life for any being in the pack. Brandon was trained by Dylan to become a hardened warrior because he was his only son. That automatically made him the next leader of the pack. Yet Brandon was never ready to follow his father's path. He did rather defile his father's order, face his wrath, and put the lives of the pack at risk. Linda Boston could remember how
Rey Reed Smith has never felt so infuriated like this before. Ever since he had arrived in the Middle Land, he had never felt this urge to kill before. He had felt something else when he first fought in the arena, visited Dragon Island, and fought in the jousting lane. He had felt the strength of Lord Rey in his body. But this was different.Rey was sure that this wasn't the urge of the god that possessed him; it was his anger. The urge to kill, to avenge, and to make things right. He felt like going on a killing spree. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.They were supposed to be going through the other side of the woods, through the plain of Eos that was located between Ajax and Moab. But Rey had chosen this particular route when he sniffed the fresh scent of blood. At first, he wanted to ignore it, thinking that it was just some hunters hunting in the woods. When the scent became unbearable, followed by the scent of sulfur and brimstone, Rey decided to track the s
Linda Boston galloped on her horse with fresh courage, hope, and determination. For the first time since she was mated to Brandon, son of Dylan, the ruthless Alpha, she felt at peace. Linda Boston, feel free. She felt what freedom was, and she loved it.Linda Boston had been riding horses ever since she was young, and she knew how it felt. She rides in the rainy season, spring, and winter. She always enjoyed the fresh air and its scent when she was young, and she knew how it felt. It's what always calmed her, especially whenever she was upset. Dylan stopped it when she married his son.But now, Linda Boston feels it again. She felt rejuvenated as the air gushed through her face, rushing into her nostrils and nose. She loved the touch of it on her skin and the way it sought shelter underneath her clothes. Not only that, but she was also feeling fresh courage. She has great courage and confidence that she can end Dylan's rule.There had been doubts and arguments between her and Brandon
Linda Boston thought of different ways to get herself out of the mess she created. She ransacked her brain for something, but nothing came. Her memory was blank. She couldn't think of anything. When she failed to come up with something, she resigned herself to fate.Instantly, Linda Boston started blaming her for acting so quickly. She should have waited for the hellhound. She shouldn't have sneaked out of the tent. Even if she wanted to, she should have prepared herself. She should have gathered enough shelter to last her for three days, maybe even a week.Nonetheless, Linda Boston felt a little remorse for herself; she was concerned with the horse. She looked ahead to the horse spot, and she could see it snotting, its eyes freezing, and its face pale with a milky white substance. The horse started to freeze.Linda Boston blamed herself for not planning her journey very well. All the wolves that the hellhounds massacred at Moab had brought a lot of shelter, blankets, and food with th