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Deadly Darkness || Chapter Seventeen || Mors And Her Apprentice

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The second the other guards left Kris sprung up and held Angeles against the wall.

"Why do you lie to your fellow guards, Commander?" Kris sneered.

She was upset and unstable, from being away from her mate so soon knowing he was hurt.

Thoughtlessly Vlader attacked Kris from behind. Hardly paying him mind as she flung him away.

Still looking at Angeles she growled, "You dare attack me, Vlader? After all I've done for you, I could have killed you a hundred times if I so wanted too"

"I'm deeply sorry Kris" he tried to calm her, "Its Angeles, my mate, please your hurting her"

"You mate?" she asked herself aloud, once she comprehended the thought she released her.

"Oww" Angeles cursed as her arse landed hard against the floor.

"Forgiveness Vlader" it wasn't a sorry but it was the closest any other then her mate would get.

"Given" he replied.

"And I don't get a sorry?" Angeles interrupted.

Both Vlader and Kris turned to her, him looking at he with love filled eyes. And Kris seemingly staring of into space.

Snapping to strength attention Kris asked Angeles, "What is with the Collars I can smell on a large sum of the inhabitants of the castle"

"Sit and I will tell you both" she replied.

"Angel come sit here" Vlader called her over and pulled Angeles into his lap, as Kris settled against the wall across from them.

"Angel?" she muttered softy, "Yes you can call me Angel.

"Now where to begin? Aah, okay. When Princess Kristina was killed, he started acting different"

"Different," Vlader interrupted, "how so?"

"Evil. There is no other word for it. His behavior was erratic, he had moments when he was up, the jolly nice Alpha he had been then came the downs. There are hardly words to describe how viscous and cruel he was" Angel seemed to shake as she no doubt remembered,

"He believed that we, his pack were trying to overthrow him so the Collars were introduced, an assurance of discipline, so nobody would step out of line.

"I got my Collar when I tried to help a man King Julian had nearly whipped to death. My mother was an Omega I didn't inherit the title but I grew up with the laws and acts of an omega so it kind of stuck with me.

"The Collars have a shocker that has four levels. Light, a shock to get your attention. Medium, that would have you crawling at the ground in pain. Hard, that hurts a Fucking lot, like your body is burning inside out." she stopped silence, before whispering "finally there is Extreme, more commonly know as DeathWish. Not maybe people survive a shock of such magnitude, and those who do are left nothing but a broken spirit."

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Soon Angel had to leave and was replaced by a non-collared guard.

Angel's warning floated back into their minds, "don't trust anyone without a collar, they might reported back to King Julian to stay in his good books. But be careful some Collards are fake used to flush out those who go against the King. Be wise who you trust."

Kris and Vlader were both incredible unstable, you weren't supposed to be separate from you mate for a week after meeting them.

"Arrrrrh" Kris suddenly snarled leaping to her feet.

Anger poured of her form, she could sense Loki's pain.

Kris charged at the cell wall trying to break through the bars.

She threw her head back and roared, she was going stir crazy.

Guards filled in from the stairs, Kris wouldn't have cared had she not smelled the scent of silver and wolfbane, accompanied by the sound of clashing metal.

Chains.

"Mors" a guard called still but knowing she was the 'dead' Princess, "the Killer and Vlader, Mors's apprentice are called to stand before the court, his majesty and his majesty's family. Your trial will begin when the sun is at its highest, you will listen to your crimes, before your sentenced. After the trial your punishments will be followed throw."

"Do we fight?" Vlader whispered so low he himself couldn't hear it, but knew Kris would.

"No" The words floated through his head. "Think of our mates. And this is the fastest way to get close to the Disgraced King"

"Your going to try and kill him?" he rhetorically asked again as a whisper, he was well aware that would be her plan.

Kris answers anyway in the form of a nod.

Vlader stood and step inline with Kris the both held out their hands in acceptance of the chains.

Carefully, mindful of the duos capabilities, they quickly locked the thick cuffs into place.

A tall Collard pulled them roughly from the small cell and into the hall.

"Quick" he muttered.

Kris could already tell that his collar was fake, it didn't have the same, vibration of energy functioning collars do.

"Mongol" Kris said to him.

"Bitch, you think that's funny? I'd keep my mouth shut if I was you" he growl

"Lucky I'm not you, mutt"

"You realize that your calling your own kind those name, idiot.

Kris peeked into his mind, angered at what she found.

" I should just tell King Julian that she plans against him, his paranoid enough to believe it." a thought struck him, he could pick off the people he wanted gone without even having to lift a finger.

He made a mental note of who he wanted gone.

Beta, Commander, Filthy Collards.

Before anybody could comprehend, Kris had him gasping for air, high of the ground.

While Kris didn't care for the Beta, Angeles was Vlader's mate, and Loki her own mate was a Collard.

She wouldn't let this spineless roach take out the people she had grown to care for, lives.

She wouldn't have it.

Kris was more in touch with her animal side so it was easy to let her claws extend from her hands.

With the guard still frozen she used it to her advantage, digging her claws into his neck, circling her throat.

"Now who wears the collar? dog" she whispered before being yanked back.

"Rodger are you alright?"

"Yes," he half snarl half gasp holding onto his bleeding throat, as if he could stop the gushing flow of his life liquid.

Roughly and without care they pulled them to a place Kris knew all to well.

The meeting hall.

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A headache started to form as different smells assaulted her sense.

She grew in her awareness hoping it wasn't a fatal move, may the gods help who ever crept up on her.

Once again they were forced to their knees harshly, it took all Kris's strength to stay still, to not get up and kill them, how dare they treat them like this.

The quite chatter that rung threw the room was silenced as Alpha King Julian begun to speak.

"This my few wolves is the trial of the legendary,

"Mors and her apprentice"

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Interesting fact about me and Kris.

First I suck at choosing names.

Second Kristina is my middle name and Kris is my nickname.

An there Kris was created.

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I reread my book and realized how horrible the spelling is, so instead of a two day wait it'll be three days until next update cause tomorrow I'm going back to fix up the parts that don't make any sense.

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