Chapter 86

Dylan POV

I really did know this man.

He was the one who held the silver rod before burning my flesh in front of the world, he worked in the palace, for king josh, and he took great pleasure in my torment.

Ryan was quick to step next to the man, however the gargantuans thick arm shot out and his hand wrapped around poor Clarkes neck. He lifted him off the ground instantly, leaving Ryan struggling for breath.

"Stop it!" I demanded and rushed forward, only for the man to drop my friend instantly. Clarke began to cough and splutter for breath as he sat on the floor of the truck. Before another word was uttered my own arm was grabbed tightly. The metal cuffs from my restraints were still tightly around my libs and my hands had gone a slight shade of blue because if this, so I felt the pressure of his grip more than I usually would.

I was effortlessly dragged out and onto the road all the while struggling to find my footing. He pushed me onto my knees then left me to speak into an in ear device, but his words were mumbled as he walked away ever so slightly, meaning I couldn't for the life of me make them out.

Panic swept through me as I looked around the dark area trying to see if my torturer had a friend, only my thoughts were cut off by two large gun shots sounding through the air.

My head shot to Clarke, who was stood in the back of the van holding a pistol. He had definitely hit the wolf, but hardly even caused a paper cut worth of pain, he only proceeded in angering the Lycan.

"You'll pay for that you fucking human!" I watched in horror as the man from the palace allowed his claws to elongate, his eyes began to glow a bright silver almost resembling the moon itself as he stalked towards my transporter. It reminded me of the king. Within an instant Clarkes scream shattered the eerie silence as the wolfs hand swiped down diagonally across his chest.

Blood began to pour out of the wound instantly as he fell to his knees, dropping the gun completely out of the van to clutch his now worryingly leaking injury. The wolf didn't stop with just one, he once more let his claws roughly slice his body again, and again.

I had to do something.

Shouting was on the tip of my tongue, but noise couldn't escape me. I just watched as Ryan tried to protect himself with his arms as much as possible but failed miserably.

God, I had to move! I had to force my body to move. No one else was going to die the same way my mother did.

Finally after some inner turmoil I allowed my skinny body to launch itself at the wolf, who barely even felt the impact of my form, but it had the desired effect as he quickly stopped mutilating my friend.

I barely had time to even breath before I was grabbed and painfully slammed down onto the concrete ground below us. The back of my head hit the floor and with it my senses became slightly dull, a small warm trickle of wet dripped down my neck making me think that once again I too was bleeding.

I could hear the cries coming from Ryan and I just knew I had to get up. So I turned slowly from my back, but stopped when Ryan's gun met my eyes. I grabbed it in a daze and stood up, cocking it and then pointing it directly at the Lycan.

"Stop!" He finally did what I asked as Ryan lay unmoving on the floor. I glared hard at the mans bleeding chest and sighed a small huff of relief when I saw it slowly rise and fall. He was still alive for now.

"Your grace... put it down! You know it barely affects us." His smug narcissistic words were right, it did barely affect them, their skin is just too hard and thick to puncture using mortal weapons. We needed silver bullets to even make a dent in their skin, one of which we didn’t have. There was another way though...

These bullets could get through any soft layer of tissue or vulnerable area.

Everyone, even wolves had a few weak spots. An Achilles heel that was just waiting to be severed. It was just a matter of being lucky enough to find it, I did have something in mind, and if it didn't work then Ryan would die and I would be forced back into that shitty situation with the king. The only issue was, I had to get close enough for my plan to work.

"If you continue, then you'll kill him." I stated still holding the gun out directly in front of me in warning.

"One less traitor and rebel to deal with. He kidnapped his queen, bringing you back alive was my only order. The king even gave us all permission to do whatever we had to do in order to succeed." He stepped forward towards me menacingly, I swear I saw lust shoot through his eyes, surely he wasn’t going to...

"What are you doing?" My stance wavered ever so slightly as he stalked towards me. His hand quickly shot out to my armed hands and snatched it off of me easily. My weapon was thrown away from me and a fist connected with my cheek causing me once again hit the floor.

"We're leaving. Your mate misses you." That was bullshit, King Josh wouldn't miss anyone if they ever went missing. I shook my head rapidly trying to normalize my senses but was grabbed again before I could and dragged away from the van and to a small black car. My dizzy state was thrown in the passenger side and locked in until the wolf emerged in the drivers seat.

He began to drive away and I knew I only had one last ditch attempt to flee. So I took it.

I grabbed the steering wheel and turned it quickly causing him to veer off to the side. We zoomed into the tree line at the side of the road and instantly crashed into a thick bark. The entire car jolted, while the wolfs airbag shot out. My head hit the window next to me while the wolf was propelled into his air bag but we were both just fine. I scrambled into the back of the car and began to kick the window in frantically trying my hardest to get away. It didn't take long until the glass smashed allowing me to climb out.

"Fucking bitch!" My ankle was grabbed quickly by my assailant, who began to drag me back to the front of the car. My head once again took a hit as my face smashed down onto the car door where the broken window lay, I felt a piece of glass slice down my inner eyebrow and blood tricked out of that now too. My adrenaline was far too high for me to even notice.

"Get off me!" I kicked the wolf in the face quickly forcing him to grunt and release my limb, then I climbed out of the car and began to run back to where the van had been left with the Lycan hot on my heels. "Oh shit!"

I shouted as my shaking body was tackled to the floor. He was heavy, this was a fight I was never going to win, they were too strong, and I had no idea how the fuck I was supposed to kill one. I kicked out again but his grip this time was firm, he had no intention of falling for the same cheep shot as before. So instead my sight wandered quickly and found a rock lying on the road, I reached out to grab it as he scrambled on top of me, but I was a bit too far away.

Again I kicked out shouting and grunting from the cuts and bruises my body was getting, until I finally grabbed the rock in my hand and swung it around with as much strength as I could, it hit him in the side of his head and knocked him slightly off kilter.

I took my chance and hit him again watching him fall on his back. I scurried to my feet, and stamped with all my weight, on his junk causing a loud shout of pain to leave him.

Then I began running to the gun once more.

I was out of breath, a dull sting was setting into my eyebrow, and my entire body shook in fear, but still I reached for the weapon. I ran back to the wolf who still rolled around holding his now most likely throbbing cock and pointed it at his face, he swung his leg around, using it to completely knock me off my feet, you could see though, that he was still in pain.

I hit him in the head again, this time with the handle of the gun, and pressed the barrel directly in to his eye, which he began laughing at.

"You can't kill me, you don't have it in you." I literally had nothing to loose, so his last effort at saving himself fell on deaf ears. When he realized I wasn’t swayed his eyes shone with fear. “Please… my mate is…”

"Save your breath..." why is it in the face of death, even the strongest man could crumble. "I'm done being told what I can and can't do... and You have no idea what I'm capable of." With that, I pulled the trigger.

A bang sounded out and blood instantly poured out of the lifeless lycans eye socket. It worried me that I felt absolutely nothing while looking at him.

Had I become just like the wolves? Unfeeling and unperturbed. I had killed someone, cold blooded murder, granted it was out of fear and resentment and I know I killed my father too, but that was mercy, and he asked me. This was different, this man, plead for his life, and I barely even acknowledged it.

Even after the murder I had no time to dwell on it. I had to get back to Ryan.

"CLARKE?!" I yelled as I ran over to the van, I looked at him leaning against one of the wheels, his wounds bleeding out onto the ground. "Shit!"

I was quick to remove the coat I had on and pressed it to his messed up chest, only it wasn't the best material.

"Riley?” He coughed out and smiled at me weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You can't stay here." I shook my head and chuckled hollowly, there was no way I was going to leave him to die.

"You aren't getting rid of me yet, Clarke!" I wrapped his arm around my shoulders and lifted him awkwardly. God my muscles really were non existent. He screamed in pain but I didn't stop, and awkwardly walked him to the passenger seat, sitting him down, i then ran to the back of the truck and grabbed the handful of blankets, these should hopefully quell the bleeding enough.

I climbed into the drivers side and threw the blankets at him before turning the key. Driving can't be that difficult right? My dad took me out once for my 12th birthday, and all my teachers throughout school said that I learnt by doing.

"Keep pressure on your chest, and stay awake. I need directions to a safe place. Somewhere you can get help!" I pressed down on one of the peddles but the truck didn't move at all, I had pressed down on the break. I chuckled before trying again only to have the vehicle jolt forward.

"The rebellion is in this sector!" Clarke spoke causing my eyes to widen. "Try and not kill us before we get there."

My shaking hands clutched the wheel as I slowly moved the van forward, and I prayed to whatever higher power was listening.

I prayed that the rebellion was close by because after everything that I had been through, I'd be damned if it was my driving that killed me.