Chapter 113. White Beast and His Prey

Eir’s POV

All hell broke loose like a bomb of chaos had gone off in the middle of the village. I wanted to shout, to call out for help, and the only one in my mind was Seb: Amon, my Dragon King. But no matter how much I tried, it all felt like a bad dream; all my efforts turned out to be a hoarse sound or harsh breath. All efforts, all cries, died in my throat, leaving only a deep whisper like a dying animal’s last shout for help.

All energy had left me, and I could barely lift my hand when Jacob picked me up, slapping my lame attempt to scratch his face away. Even if I knew it was fruitless, I used all my energy to lift my other hand. With an irritated hiss, he grabbed it and forced it down before he slapped my cheek. My head was thrown to the side, and my vision blinked as a burning sensation spread across my face. Before I could realize he had actually slapped me, strong fingers grabbed my chin and forced my head around. Holding so tight, he pushed my