Chapter 2 The devil himself

Ruelle's Pov

"Ruelle Vaughan, you have been summoned."

I lifted my chin up, with strong defiance burning through my chest.

The guard looked down at me, as the silver cuffs which were on my wrist, burned at every point.

The guard yanked me up from the floor with a brutal force.

I looked up. "By who?" I asked.

"The council and the Alpha King."

My stomach did a backflip. "Konan Devran?"

The guard smirked, like I had finally gotten my karma, "The beast himself."

But to me this was-perfect.

The guards dragged me through the gates of the prison, as we walked through the Crimson State Headquarters. My body had been weakened with the use of silver.

My magic pool was low, I couldn't tap into it.

It's already been three years. I didn't even notice time passing. Every morning, I wake up with the same pain I felt that night. It doesn't feel like three years have gone by-it still feels like yesterday.

As I walked, my mind went back to that night-the brutal massacre, the mark and the whispers that were in my head.

Soon after my escape, I found out that I had possessed unique powers.

I could melt into shadows, become invisible at night, travel short distances through darkness, and see things about others from either the future or the past.

These powers came with very terrifying side effects, such as-visions of burning Alphas, whispers from the dead, and uncontrollable rages.

These powers helped me in the wild. I became known as the SHADOW WOLF. I would go from town to town, terrorizing different packs, all in my quest for vengeance.

I became the number one enemy of the state, and it caught the attention of the Lycan Council.

They deemed me an abomination as our kind are not supposed to possess such powers, and they waged a war against me. They sent troops after troops to capture me, but I bathed in each and everyone of their blood.

They had tried to kill me multiple times, but I had slipped through their fingers-till they sent the last troop.

They captured me and when I thought I was going to die, they cuffed me with silver chains, and brought me to their headquarters to face the council and a King.

Yeah, nothing shady about that.

The warrior shoved me forward into the main halls. The cold stone and the Crimson banners. All eyes were on me as I walked through the doors.

In front of me were seated, five elders on a throne-someone was missing. The leader.

Something was pulling my attention and that of my wolf. When I turned, that's when my eyes fell on him. A man who sat on a throne, in the shadows, his cold exterior could make anyone freeze at the attempt to talk to him.

Konan Devran.

"Mate!" vixin exclaimed, making me stay frozen on my spot.

He sat on the throne, relaxed, one leg draped over the other, silver eyes, just like mine, gleamed beneath the dark fall of his hair.

Even with him across the room, I could feel the pull-like gravity.

Vixin, who had been dormant for days due to the defect, suddenly stirred but I kept my cool.

No. No way. I forced the bond down, burying it under rage and fear.

I averted my gaze from Konan and looked at the five council members.

"So, you are the one they call Shadow Wolf?" The first man who spoke was a middle aged man. His voice was laced with warning signs.

I straightened my back, "And you are the council members who wants me dead or in a cage because you can't control me."

The man's eyebrows arched up, "That's funny... I thought it was the other way around. We are sparing you, young wolf."

I rolled my eyes, my wolf made a growling sound. "I don't need your pity."

"Do you prefer to be executed?"

I stared down at him, I had nothing to say, but then I spoke, "At least it would be honest and better."

A flicker of emotions ran across the face of the man-surprise. Then, he stood up like he was some god or something.

"We are not here to talk about what you want but what the council has decided," the man said. He expected me to shiver in fear but I stood with my head held high.

"The council finds you guilty of all charges, you are hereby sentenced......"

Before he could finish his statement a loud voice echoed across the hall.

"Dont."

We all turned to the direction of the voice. It was a woman. She looks young. She was tall with a beautiful face and a slender body. Her black hair was long with a little crown adorned on it. She was wearing a silver gown and had a staff on her hand.

As she walked in, everyone stood up to greet her, bowing down their heads in respect, except Konan, of course. He sat there as his silver eyes watched what was going on.

After the greeting, she took her place in the middle.

Ah, this was the council leader. Never knew a woman would lead one of the strongest groups in the state.

The hall was quiet and one could hear a pin drop in this silence.

The man who was about to sentence me, cleared his throat. "Before you stepped in we were about to sentence the girl."

She turned to look at me, her big brown eyes fluttering and glittering, "That won't be necessary."

The halls erupted in whispers.

"But-but Seraphina, she needs to pay for the crimes she has committed, and I vote she is killed." The first council man spoke.

Seraphina's face had a frown on it as she looked at him, "I don't think that is reasonable punishment.

The man looked defeated. "What then is a reasonable punishment?"

Her eyes turned to me, and then her gaze flew to the cold statue in the room.

Konan.

"Him," she said with her eyes looking directly at Konan, "he is a better punishment."

All eyes turned to Konan who had a cold look on his face.

This was about to get messy.