Chapter 19

A werewolf was tied with silver chains heaving his body, terror and trepidation whirling in his blue orbs.

Fire with red amber swirling around his eyes. Screams resonated throughout the arena, the shrieks of tormented souls made him deaf, no longer his senses heightened.

Starvation dulled the greed and lust in his eyes... the same cruel ones which laughed as children were denied food.

Three terrible months have passed since he was locked.

Three terrible months since Persephone rejected him.

"Persephone."

Dark red blood oozed out of his mouth as her name touched his lips. Hades never killed him because she will.

Her oath would never go in vain. Her cries would burn his vitality and the day. The hell would rejoice when the Queen of the Underworld will strike... the time has come.

Her scars have healed so did her heart and mind. She was ready for vengeance.

Persephone's new dagger- Athela was impatient to taste blood and so was the Queen herself.