Chapter 120: Wolf and Mercy

Ella’s

Three armed, masked men stood rigidly, completely blocking the dusty, narrow hallway. Their guns were raised and aimed precisely at us. The Queen was helpless, tied securely to a single chair between them, thick rope cutting painfully into her wrists, a tight gag across her mouth preventing any sound. She looked utterly exhausted, terrified, and barely able to hold herself upright against the bindings.

The leader of the group stepped forward, a smug, lazy ...