Kenneth’s POV
Fuck.
That was the only word ringing in my head at the moment. Let me rephrase what I said. It wasn’t just this moment. It had been ringing in my head for the past thirty minutes.
Why did I start echoing the word in my head for the past thirty minutes? That was when I was captured.
Captured. The word still sounded strange to me. I didn’t believe that had happened. I couldn’t believe that had happened. I felt embarrassed.
I couldn’t believe Kevin had dared played a manipulating game on me. I had entered deep into their land before I turned back and realized that more than half of the soldiers I had gone there with didn’t run with me to fight because of the general’s absence. Kevin had raised suspicion in their minds about his whereabouts and had forced them to realize that I had killed him since he wasn’t at the battlefield.
I sighed again, not counting how many times I have done that even in the last ten minutes. If I had known, I wouldn’t have killed the general so easily. The men would have gone back to where we were camped and found his corpse. They would be mad and disappointed in me. I knew no one would come here to rescue me.
Had it been that I hadn’t killed the general but only kept him tied and hidden in my tent, the men would have found him alive, felt sorry that they had allowed Kevin to lie to them and would be here to form a rescue mission.
I was all alone here. I would be all alone here. That thought was more depressing than accepting that I had lost the battle. I couldn’t believe that I had spent five years to end up like this.
I had been relieved when I had run onto the field and explosives didn’t start popping off. I had extended my claws towards the blood moon wolves, finally ready to unleash the wolves in me but they were ready for me. I fought with three of them and it was while wondering why they had three of them to spare me that I looked back and realized not all of my soldiers came with me.
I had been about to yell at them to get their feet moving when Zalen yelled at them to charge. My remaining men had been about to move towards the open field when arrows of fires started coming down on the field. Some of the men died immediately they were hit, burning to death and the others fled.
I felt a speck of dust over my skin and would have laughed if the situation hadn’t been bizarre. The blood moon wolves had dared to fight with silver. They had gotten bolder and I couldn’t even be mad when I knew that it was payback for what I had done to them. My men had once used silver on them. I had been the one to teach them that idea. How was I to know they would use it?
I should have known. I would have known if I had noticed the gloves and tight body armors that they were all wearing easily. I had been too busy watching my men getting killed and fleeing in all directions that I didn’t see the fishing net coming down on me until it was too late. And that was how I was captured and brought here.
I didn’t even know if any of my men were captured with me.
Another sigh escaped from my throat. I heard footsteps coming towards me and quickly composed myself, putting on a strong indifferent expression on my face. I was in the dungeon. I knew that the moment I got here. It wasn’t a place anyone could just pass through so I knew that whoever was coming was here for me and wasn’t Kevin. It wasn’t his stench that I could perceive. I knew Kevin’s scent.
“So you are the leader of the rogue?” A man I didn’t know said as he stood in front of me.
I raised my eyes to look up at him. He didn’t smell like a blood moon wolf so he had to be one of those helping them.
I didn’t say anything and he chuckled.
“I didn’t think you would be quiet now knowing how loud your voice was while you were boasting earlier. How does it feel to be captured and placed in a dungeon beneath the house? I’ve never had that experience before so I hope you don’t mind having an interview?”
I snorted and didn’t say anything, knowing he was taunting me.
He went on teasing me anyways instead of getting the cue to leave. “How do you feel? How should I address you now since you are no longer the leader of your pack?”
I growled at his words and moved forward, holding on tight to the gates of the cage I was in.
He laughed, seeming to enjoy my reaction and I hated myself for amusing him. “Finally, he reacts.”
“Fuck off.” I growled.
“Finally, he speaks.” He chuckled.
“What do you want?” I challenged him.
“I came to have a talk with the bastard who sold my daughter into slavery.”
I narrowed my eyes as I looked at him. He was the father of Kevin’s mate? Ella was of the blue river pack? Shit. I had messed up big time. If I had known that, I wouldn’t have needed to come here to fight. I could turn the wolf packs against each other if I had found out that information earlier. What better way to ruin Kevin’s life than not being allowed to marry his mate because she had the blood of the rival pack flowing through her?
“I see your brain is whirling with ideas.” He said, interrupting my thoughts. “I have the bastard I wanted to see and he is truly a bastard. Here.” He placed a small container on the ground in front of me. “Your lunch. Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned. I’m not that mean. I can’t imagine killing someone with what I love doing.”
This was my chance to find out about my men. “Have my men also had their meals?”
He paused for a moment as he looked at me. “Your men are all dead and the others ran off. You are the only here. Once you are not with your pack, I know your men won’t fight us again since you are the only obsessed with killing off my son-in-law.”
I allowed him to walk out before doing what I didn’t think I would ever do.
I started crying, grateful that I was alone in this place.