Lycan Queen's Prey Book 2 Chapter 31

~Zirah~

My heart thumps wildly against my rib cage at the sight of so many broken souls, their faces

reflecting a deep despair that seemed to have no escape. My heart breaks as I take in this horrific

scene, my stomach turning like a thousand daggers piercing through me. It is almost too much to

bear, and I can't comprehend such a bleak reality.

“This is what he didn’t want me to see?” I ask, turning to Zeke; he clenches his teeth and nods once.

“Now,” I say, my voice as cold as ice, “I want to know why these people are here.”

The guards share a nervous look before one steps forward, fear making him twitch.

“Miss, these are... these are criminals,” he stammers. Criminals? There are children in these cages!

“Criminals?” I echo, letting my disbelief fill the word. “What crimes did they commit?”

The guard gulps, stealing a glance at Zeke before looking back at me. “Petty offenses, miss.

Thievery... vandalism... noncompliance with the rules...”

His words echo in the chilling silence. Noncompliance with the rules? A snort escapes me, bitter and

disbelieving.

"And littering, miss,” another guard adds in a small voice, as if this justifies everything.

"And their punishment?”

“They're on death row, miss,” the words hang heavy in the air, and at first, all I can do is blink at him,

praying I heard wrong. I turn to Zeke, his avoidance of my gaze confirming my fear.

“You're telling me,” I spit, my hands clenching into fists, “You lock these people up, sentence them

to death... for littering?”

My voice rings out, a sharp note in the quiet afternoon. The guards flinch, their faces pale.

“That's not our call, miss,” the first guard responds, his eyes downcast. “It's the law. We just enforce

it.”

“There are children in there!” My voice is like a thunderclap, my anger erupting and echoing around

us as my aura slips out, so powerfully it stuns even me for a second, and both guards whimper.

The cold anger in me boils over. I march over to the fence, magic sparking at my fingertips. “Well, I

am making a call. Release them. Now.”

"We can't miss,” one of the guards says. “We don't have the keys. Everything is controlled by drones

and King Regan. The gates open automatically when... when it's time.”

The thought of what “time’ means for these people churns my stomach. “And what happens then?” I

demand, my gaze fixed on Zeke. “Where are they taken?”

The guards glanced at Zeke again, their unease palpable. One of them clears his throat. “The old

mines, miss. Rumor is they're thrown down the shafts.”

My heart pounds in my chest. These people, condemned for minor offenses, are led like lambs to

the slaughter.

The guards go on to describe a system so robotic, so dehumanizing. The prisoners are herded once

a month through the one-way entrance, every door controlled by drones, everything automatic. The

prospect of a revolt seems unimaginable, an act of certain death. My hands balled into fists, my

mind reeling at the scale of Regan’s tyranny. With a growl, I move toward the fence, determined to

find a way to open it and free them.

“You touch that, you alert him that you're here; that's if someone hasn't called already; they still

have a day or so before they are taken,” Zeke warns, his eyes locked on the fences teeming with

drones. His words strike me as if he slapped me. He knows of this and has done nothing?

“And you allow this?” I snarl, rounding on Zeke. “Regan may be your brother, but that doesn’t mean

you have to be a part of this.”

“Not my kingdom, Zirah,” he mumbles, but his words fall on deaf ears. “I have no control here.”

"Don't give me that, Zeke! You're a king too. And right now, you're acting like a coward.”

The words hang heavy in the air, a brutal accusation, a line drawn

“Take me to the castle,” I order, my gaze hardening.

I cast a final glance at the prisoners, my mind buzzing with ways to help them, to overthrow their

king and my mate.

After what feels like an eternity, I find myself being driven toward Regan'’s castle. Its grandeur leaves

me breathless. Yet, what catches my attention is a nondescript concrete structure nearby, with two

guards standing stiffly at its entrance.

"What's in there?” I ask, despite the sinking feeling in my stomach

“Nothing you need to see,” Zeke answers, and I glare at him.

I direct the driver to stop, ignoring Zeke's attempts to dissuade me. The curiosity is too intense, and

the need to understand the depth of Regan'’s tyranny is too urgent.

As I approach, the guards step forward. “Move aside,” I order, but they lift their guns. “I said move

aside,” I bark in a voice that bellows the fear coursing through me.

“This is Regan’'s domain, there is no way you can go in,” one of them replies with steel in his voice,

and it brings to mind the guards earlier. Do they genuinely fear him so much that not one person

has dared oppose him? “We were instructed not to let anyone pass,” one of them states, his voice

firm.

“I don't care, either step aside or..." I whistle, and Gnash, Hunter, and Shadow step forward; one

guard lifts his gun, the other grabbing the end of it. “That's Gnash, the King's wolf,” he warns, and

the man lowers his weapon like he knows shooting him will earn him a slow, tortured death.

His head cocks to the side, and he adds. “You leave us no choice; I have to ring the king. King Regan

doesn't even allow his brothers down there.”

“Call your king; I will deal with him too,” I state firmly, pushing past the guards who are too shocked

to resist. The moment the door swings open, a stench so foul hits me; it feels like a physical blow.

The scent of rotting flesh and despair fills my nostrils, making me gag. I follow the steps down; the

air is thick and stagnant. As I reach the bottom, I stop at the sound of chains rattling and

whimpering in the dark.