I hastily nodded and turned my attention back to Fito and Andres who were getting confused because they had been silent for a while. “We should be more careful then” I commented to them.
“Don’t worry, Alpha Raul made sure the road you’ll be using is safe” Andres emphasized before excusing himself and letting us rest before the dinner invitation.
Why is it like the rainbow before the storm? I thought worriedly.
What is this?
Who’s crying?
The sound of crying was heard loudly from in front of me, it was not the cry of one person but many hysterical screams and cries.
I slowly walked towards the direction of the cries and saw smoke.
Ugh…
The pungent odor of burning human flesh pierced my nose so
I had to close my life using my hands.
My eyes widened at the scenario in front of me
What is this?
I was staring towards the smoke, the smell of blood and burning human flesh hit my nose hard. Titus stood staring blankly and expressionlessly at the people who were hanged on poles and the group of people burned in the flames.
This was in Trazmoz, one of the massacres my mate at the time inflicted on the witches.
The massacre of all blood witches was carried out since that incident, the people and their surviving members had a grudge to avenge all witches for hurting the king’s family, his family and worst of all, his future queen.
The cries of children and women were heard everywhere and soon ceased to be heard as the death penalty was given to all descendants of witches, regardless of whether they were dark witches or not.
Hatred closed Titus’s eyes and my eyes were wet looking at the horrific things he did back then, the hollow, empty stare as he mercilessly killed those innocent people..
In his mind there is only vengeance and wanting to punish everyone, thinking that they deserve to be punished because of one person, Pearl Collins.
No one dared to challenge the king, all were obedient and with the thought that witches could not be trusted, they followed the king’s orders indiscriminately and mercilessly.
“MONSTER!!!”
The screams of the witches rang out as they saw the Alpha king standing with a cold murderous gaze and mercilessly burning the witches alive with flames.
“You’re not the Alpha King.. You’re a monster king!!!”
I remember I once dreamed the same thing about this.
Closing my eyes and letting my tears fall because of the pain I felt for my mate’s grief back then as well as the fear of the witches being hunted by him.
‘There are only traps and curses in Trazmoz’