Chapter 28

The next morning I am woken by Shelley knocking on the door. “Wakey, wakey?" Her chirpy voice

rings out loudly as she steps into the room. I sit up in the comfy bed and rub my eyes; the chill in

the air was ice cold because the fire went out.

Glancing at her, she wanders over to me, I was sure I locked that door. Hunter sits up where he is

lying beside me and sniffs the air before lying back down and watching her. I pat his head. “How did

you get in?”

Shelley holds up a key. “Master key.” She tells me, and I groan.

“Please tell me the three Kings don’t have one of those?" She gives me a sympathetic look. “Of

course they do!” I mutter, tugging the blanket back. I instantly pull it back over me, I swear this

place is colder than the caves.

Shelley chuckles, walking closer. “The King wishes to see you.”

“Which one? Asshole one, two, or three?”

“King Theron.” She whispers.

“Master asshole then,” I tell her, and she chuckles.

"He's not so bad. He's usually quite nice.”

“He was going to make me pick women to enter in the maze of death; I would say otherwise.” I tell

her, and she shakes her head.

"He was testing you. Only those that volunteer in the Kingdom enter the maze. He was never going

to let them enter.” She tells me.

“Wait, you didn't think to tell me this; I could be free and miles away by now!” She cringes.

“I'm sorry, he ordered me not to tell you.”

“Then why were you crying?”

“Because I thought he was at first, well, until Malachi told me otherwise once we got there. And I

kind of thought you would pick twenty of them.” She cringes, and I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Really, because I look like a murderer?”

"Well, no but people change depending on the situation they're handed, and honestly if I was in

your shoes, I don't know if I would be brave enough to do what you did.” She admits looking quite

embarrassed.

“So he knew I wouldn't pick any of them?”

"Yes, he said you tried to save one of the girls in the stables before you entered the maze?” I sigh

and nod my head.

"Great, so I agreed just like he wanted.” I shake my head, climb out of bed and grab the fluffy robe

and pull it on.

“But if it makes you feel better, now you know he won't risk his people.” She tells me, and I chew my

lip.

“But that doesn't help me now, does it?” She shrugs, then glances at the door, which is cracked

open.

“The King is leaving tonight. That is why he wants to see you. He sent for the Kings too. He is setting

the rules for while he is away.”

I watch her for a second, wondering if she'll answer honestly because something has been eating at

me since I saw the darkness flickering in King Theron's aura.

“The King is dying isn't he?” I ask her and her eyes widen in shock, and she peeks back at the door,

then quickly rushes over to it and closes it quickly.

“He is, isn't he?” She chews her lip nervously.

"His sons don’t know, no one does except me, and he told Malachi last night.” She whispers, looking

down at the floor.

“That's why he needs to choose between his sons?”

“Yes, but no one is supposed to know. If they find out, the surrounding kingdoms may start a war

for King Theron’s throne, and if the vampiric Kingdom gets their hands on his throne...” she shakes

her head.

“But King Theron has vampires working for him?”

"Yes, but not by choice, part of the alliances. He knows they're traitors and were sent here to report

back,” Shelley tells me.

“So why doesn’t he want his sons to know?”

“Because they've been at war with each other for years, he's hoping that this...”

“I can't say, I'm sorry... But just trust me, what he’s doing is for the best. If you think the Lycan

Kingdoms are brutal, you're wrong. If the Vamps get their hands on his throne before he hands it

down...”

“What? Just tell me.”

“Humankind will be enslaved.” I scoff, then laugh.

"And they aren't already?” I laugh. Humankind was already enslaved, has been long before I existed.

"Werewolves need humans, and so do Lycans to procreate since there are no Lycan females

anymore.”

“But that will just make more werewolves,” I tell her.

"Yes, but without the Lycans or werewolves, the humans will fall into the vampiric Kingdom's rule.

They don't need us to procreate; they need us for food! To feed off us! That is why so many try to

flee the vampiric Kingdom and come here, those of us here donate blood to the vampiric Kingdom

monthly, yet under King Slavic's rule, he'll turn us into incubators and blood bags, enslave us, make

feeders out of us and use us for slave labor.”

My brows furrow, which sounds horrendous. “I know because I've seen it; I've been to the Vampiric

Kingdom, and the humans are kept on leashes, half-starved and tortured. And the men?” She shakes

her head. “Trust me. You think the maze is harsh. In the vampiric kingdom, you're in the maze

fighting for your life every day. I would take my chances in the maze any day than end up there,”

she tells me, and a violent shiver runs up my spine.

“So you said the King is leaving?”

"Yes, for treatment. And that will be your chance.”

“Chance?” I ask her, and she nods while I put on my slippers.

"Yes, to escape. You'll have a week.”

“But you just said that the vampiric Kingdom.” she cuts me off with a wave of her hand

“I know what I said.”

"But-"

“The King has a plan if they fail to marry, and quite frankly, I rather his sons not be on the throne.

None of them deserve it,” she tells me.

“A plan? What plan?”

“No one knows. I'm not even supposed to know. The King left his journal open one night, he swore

me to secrecy, but if one of his sons doesn't marry or prove they are worthy, he is giving the throne

to Malachi and, unite the four Kingdoms and strip them of their thrones.”

"Why Malachi?” Shelley smiles, her cheeks turning pink with her blush.

“He the King's illegitimate brother.”

"And you and he are-" she quickly shakes her head.

“What, no, not like that.. I'm human and a wit"

“But you like him.”

"He's sweet.” she shrugs. Maybe because she never witnessed his bad side as I have.

“What will happen to you when the King dies?” she shrugs, “I'll die without Lycan blood, and that's

okay. I'll finally be able to go home. I'll be set free.” she smiles sadly.

“You're not scared?” she smiles.

“No witch fears death. We know it's not the end, so no, I don't fear it. I embrace it, embrace what

will come next.” I smile because that is exactly why I don't fear my demise. Any true witch doesn't

fear death because life and death go hand in hand. For something to be reborn, it first must die,

and energy never dies, not permanently anyway; it recycles; it forms into something else, and that is

what we all are energy. Expansion. Metamorphosis. Limitless.

"Come on, we can't leave King Theron waiting, he can be quite impatient, and I know he wants to

send you into town today.”

"Why?" I ask while moving to put on one of the skirts and dresses Shelley gave me.

“For clothes, for one, it's getting chilly of a night, even though the days a stifling hot.” she sighs.

“Can you come with me?” I ask her, and she nods and chews her lip. “Yes, but whoever's care you're

under today will also be coming.”

"Whoever's care I'm in, can't I just go with you?”

“I'm signed to the King, so you're not my assigned, and it's part of the King's rules. Each day while

we're gone, one of his sons will be assigned to you until he returns. Once he does, you'll choose

whose kingdom you got to first.”

"What?" Shelley scratches her neck nervously. “I'm sorry, but for the two weeks, the King wants you

to remain here with his sons, just to ensure he can trust them not to kill you. When we return, you'll

be told to choose which kingdom to go to first.” I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“And that is exactly why you need to run the moment you get a chance, and I know the Kings will

kill you the moment you're not under the King's rule but theirs. Here they can't kill you, but at one

of their Kingdoms, it wouldn't be hard to make out you ran away or killed yourself or had some

accident.” I swallow, knowing she is right, I didn't think I would have to travel between Kingdoms.

“So come on, let's so who you've been assigned to first and figure out your next move,” Shelley tells

me, and I sigh.

“Hunter, come!” I tell him, following her out of the room.,