It had been a simple plan designed to save lives and stop the impending war. Jill hadn't thought it reckless at the time but now, they were in serious trouble.
She and Layla stood before the Wolf King, his features a mixture of hatred and satisfaction.
"We found them in the swarm room releasing the wasps," The Grey said.
"And where is the young jackal?" Ulvarg asked.
"He received fatal injuries from the swarm. I sent him to the cells so his mother could watch him die," The Grey said.
"A fitting death indeed," Ulvarg said. "And you bring me a traitor, Grey. One that has been hidden from me, my own daughter." He turned to Layla and frowned. "This will be the last time you bring shame to your family, Laylianna."
"My King, let me deal with her. Once mated, I will make sure dramatic improvements are made to her loyalty. That is, if I have your blessing." The Grey ran a heavy hand down the back of Layla's neck, wrenching her head back by the hair.
"Then she is yours, Grey. Perhaps she will show a higher regard for your authority."
The Grey smiled and jerked Layla toward the door. She fought him and clamped her teeth down on his hand. The Grey howled in pain before he back handed her. She fell to the polished stone floor, her bleeding lip making a slick spot where she fell. The Grey snatched her up ready to inflict more blows. He demonstrated a real passion for causing pain.
"Father! You can't do this to me!" Layla cried.
Jill fought also. She needed to get free. She needed to help her friend. She kicked hard at the guard behind her and slammed her head back connecting with his nose. He flinched and she broke free but Ulvarg grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her back. He pulled a sword from the guard's sheath and held it to her neck. Jill froze. They needed a miracle and fast.
The door to the King's throne room opened and everyone stopped. Veelka came through, his eyes like stone and behind him stood Tomas.