BETA TIM’S POV As we stood in the center of the hall, the words of that ruthless soldier kept reechoing in my head. “... You have always believed that the whip belongs to you alone” Why did his words sound so personal, why does it feel as if he was trying to get back at me? I have never met him, and I can't even recall fighting with him during the course of the battle. Why does he sound like he has known me for long? But why was I the only one that was manhandled, why wasn’t the same treatment applied to the alpha or even the servants? Of course, yes the servants were taken away. The chains on their legs were not even dismantled. Now I can only imagine what extreme torture they all must be undergoing at this very moment. The queen might not want to torture the alpha yet, she must be waiting until after the Packs are fully under her control. Only then would the alpha be made to realize exactly what stuff she is made of. He should wait and see, his torture would be far above mine. It is a wonder that I can still stand straight. My whole body is filled with pain and inside of me, I whimper for every move that I make. The sounds of the whip would not stop playing in my head. The worse is the cold silence that I received despite my repeated cry for help. Those heartless silence was deafening. I would have personally dealt with them, I have great powers, those given to me by Mildrid. I would have used my powers and killed them if we had not been given some neutralizers the moment we were captured and dragged to the dungeon. “Who are you and what do you want in Pixolands?” the question of one of the female elders jolted me out of my thoughts. I looked at the alpha first. The question was definitely directed to us, so I must have to answer right now in order not to get on their nerves. “We... are” I started to speak but was rudely interrupted. “Not you, you don’t speak again. Wait until you are spoken to” another elder warned sternly. “Ye... s...” the elder shut me a scornful look and I immediately closed my mouth. Now I think it is left for the alpha to do all the talking. I am even in too much pain and it has become difficult for me to talk at the moment so it is a good thing if only the alpha is made to talk.“I am alpha Fred, and right here is...” alpha Fred began but was interrupted just before he could introduce me. “We don’t care about him, are you daft?” the female elder asked. Alpha Fred inhaled and then looked at me scornfully. No one has ever dared to talk to him in such a manner. He must be thinking that I brought all of this upon him. All along the queen was just sitting there on her throne, covered in her veil as usual. I find this strange though, why must she still have a veil on even on her own throne. “How dare you look up at our Chamlar?” a voice yelled. He is among the elders. “Does he have a word to say?” the queen finally spoke. Her voice sent cold shivers down my spine. Why does it feel so familiar, why do I get the feeling that I have known her all my life? Of course, it is not possible, unless I am finally going crazy. I know the reason was that I hate her so much. My excess hate had gotten me too attached to her and had increased the level of familiarity. But then is that not the Chamlee sitting beside the queen? How possible is this? This is impossible. He is hale and healthy and looks as if nothing has happened to him. Mildrid guaranteed that he will never get well, she even swore that even her cannot heal him, that the poison is irreversible. The Chamlee remained quiet in his seat, his eyes never moved away from me. He definitely remembered me from the battlefield, and he is waiting for the opportunity to end my life. Anyways, I forgot about the Chamlee for now and I was going to reply to the queen when I realize that her gaze was on the alpha. The alpha on his part looked at me and cursed under his breath. “Do you have any word for the queen, you daft?” he looked up at the queen and tendered a well-deserved apology on my behalf. “Please pardon him, great queen, he is just a nonsense that I have to put up with” “You address our Chamlar properly, Fred.” The female elder yelled. “Please pardon me, the great Chamlar...” “It is okay, Atoor,” the queen said. “My Chamlar, I am alpha Fred, your humble servant from Diamond Cut Pack. And this here is my beta...”“Let him leave my presence right away” the queen ordered, her stern gaze falling on me. Did she just ask me out of her presence, what exactly is going on? Oh, now I understand. She will like to deal with the alpha now and she wouldn’t like that I am there. I hope they give me something to eat or drink while I wait, and I hope that I get to leave here alive, I don’t mind if the rest are killed. I just need to get out of here and go and settle some scores with that Mildrid. None of what she promised me has occurred. On the contrary, all that has happened are only the direct opposite of her numerous assurances. I was going to turn and leave when two guards accosted me and roughly dragged me away. Oh moon goddess, wherever they take me to, please let it not be that dungeon. I am going to die the next minute I step my foot there. I prayed. SCARLET’S POV He is still so full of himself. He doesn’t look aggrieved in any way. He has lost two daughters, why does it not show on his face? And to think that he had the audacity to appear before me. His death would be the only atonement that I know. “It is okay, Atoor,” I said. A queen would as much mean the same thing as a Chamlar to a werewolf, and I know that Atoor is aware of this. However, she intends to get alpha Fred on his toe. He is my subject now and must be thought the rudiment of remaining under my service. “My Chamlar, I am alpha Fred, your humble servant from Diamond Cut Pack. And this here is my beta...” Hmm, he addressed himself as my servant. He obviously has fully accepted defeat and is not here to put up any act. I must admit that this is a welcome development, and with this, I might consider letting him live for a little more time. However, I stopped him from continuing when he from about to introduce Tim. Is he daft, doesn’t he get the gist? Tim is inconsequential here. “Let him leave my presence right away” I looked sternly at Tim. I watched expressionlessly as the guards dragged him out like some hardened criminal. However, being dragged like a hardened criminal is even a more dignified way to handle him. Left for me, he should be treated like a plague. “And you, Fred, is there any other thing you want to say?” I asked.