Chapter 8 Meeting The King

• ROME
• "Slavers?" Teriel asked. It was no news to that some Alphas were slavers but he didn't expect to see victims. "From Alkarod, you say?"
• The king stood steady watching the older female shield the others behind her in fear or caution. Her hair was shiny and long and the cool night breeze blew the silky strands over her face. She seemed almost mystic, like one of the goddesses painted on the castle. Rome couldn't help but feel drawn to her in that moment. Her eyes were amber and they stood out even in the night as the lamps cast a glow on them.