Chapter 60. A New Kingdom

Lamia

I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

Two years ago, Travis and I left the Golden Circle pack in the dead of night to come back to MacTire (which literally meant wolf in ancient Gaelic). With the help of Alpha Greg from the Crescent Moon pack and my Uncle, we had found out this castle was once the home of my ancestors. It was once upon a time home to a king and queen from the old world, who had been overthrown by humans and the pack massacred by hunters.

It was strange coming back to the place that was the cause of all my nightmares, nightmares I still had to this day of the bear shifters torturing and sexually abusing me. I curled my lip and took another slow sip of my drink. The thick barrel tasting liquid, curbing the growl that threatened to escape my lips.