Kaya
"Take her!" Damien scowls as he shoves me back into the dining hall, straight into the grasp of the ghouls.
He's nervous—so much so that his hands tremble despite his attempt to look composed. And I am so delighted by it that I can't even protest.
He failed. His army was strong, yes, but Blood Moon proved stronger. He might have crushed a weaker pack like Mistfall, but here, in this hall, his ambition finally shattered. Today's battle was proof enough: his reign would have ended regardless.
And now, his life is hanging in the balance too.
"Hold the doors!" he snaps at the ghouls by the entrance. They obey instantly, their rotting fingers splaying over the tall marble doors, black veins bulging under translucent, decayed skin.
I watch Damien's face pale as he mutters something nervously under his breath. He snatches a blade from the table—a knife wrapped in leather, with a crude string tied around the handle—and hangs it around his neck.
