Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 690

Chapter 37 : From the Same Pack

The little girl walked through the front yard and down the front path, completely unafraid of the dead bodies and hungry crows.

Mila and I followed closely.

I could see the little girl’s eyes glazed over, walking down the path like a little zombie. She was zoned out, probably entirely unaware of her surroundings.

We followed young Mila into the town at the base of the hill. To our right, the forest still burned, but the blaze was farther away, like it had been burning for days and had charred everything close to the town.

Young Mila continued to walk right through the streets.

Bodies covered the sidewalks, draped over porches and stairs, houses were all burned and broken down.

The only sound was of creaking wood and cawing crows that feasted on the bodies.

From the smell, I knew they’d been dead for several days. I noticed many of them had been moved around and suspected that they’d been robbed and searched, just like the bodies at the mansion.

Had it been one eye and tattoo face that did this? It was a lot of mayhem for just two shifters.

Unless… they’d only come after the destruction to search for the artifact. Someone else had done the hard work for them. But if it wasn’t for the artifact, why had this pack been destroyed?

From their conversation, they revealed that their alpha had Mila’s mother and was torturing her, so they must have been involved in the attack.

For days, they’d searched this dead, destroyed village while Mila’s mother was tortured.

Young Mila had been in the basement that whole time.

She still moved through the streets like she was only aware of her own feet. I didn’t think she looked around once at any of the bodies.

I couldn’t blame her, after what she’d been through and what she’d seen. But Mila was a survivor, even as a child, and she wouldn’t curl in a ball in the basement and give up.

Her hair had changed. It no longer bounced around in carefree curls. A magical disguise her mother had used to help hide her. I wondered if Jessica had meant for Mila to be left alone like this…

Beside me, Mila’s hands clenched into fists and she snarled under her breath.

I glanced over and saw the hatred and anger oozing from her eyes. They were so bright, filled with fire, and I worried she’d light the town on fire again with one look.

Numbly, young Mila walked to the center of town. She didn’t appear afraid or concerned that the monsters would come back and hurt her. If anything, she seemed to be on a mission. Like she was looking for something.

Young Mila paused and sniffed.

I caught the scent of bread and beside me, Mila sniffed the air, too.

Young Mila ran into the closest, burnt out house. Quickly, we followed after her.

of what used to be a kitchen. Young Mila hopped up on a wobbly

My stomach clenched.

in a basement for days, the poor child must have been

hopped off the chair and found a broken glass pitcher with water in it. She grabbed the pitcher and

and

shuffling in the corner of the

the pitcher down and dove under the rickety

kitchen, another young girl appeared. She was similar in age to Mila, perhaps a year

with tears and she dragged something

holding an arm. The arm belonged to a young boy behind her, around ten or so. He

threw herself at young Mila’s feet and

help…” she begged,

the girl and seemed to notice the older boy for the first time. A crease formed on her

her hand over her mouth,

the unconscious boy. She sobbed

shook her head.

other girl wailed and shook

ate our food, drank our water. You… you have to help us! I have more food, more water. It is all yours if you save my

down her face and she curled up in a ball, hugging herself and

This seemed familiar to me. Had I seen those children before? No, I didn’t think I had. But something about this was like a story I’d heard once, or

eyes shifted to the counter where there was another loaf of bread and a canteen filled with water. Her eyes drifted to the boy and girl in

that she wanted to help,

Mila positioned herself on her knees and pressed her

my prayer. Your light shall guide us and your mercy shall be

so young. Her mother’s lessons

She closed her eyes and held her arms

hasteth corro sinat, amina hasteth corro sinat,” she chanted the same four words again and

other young girl had her head bowed over her brother, crying and clinging to him. It was hard to tell whether or not she knew what young Mila was doing or saying, but in her grief,

“Oof…”

him and he opened his eyes. Slowly, his hand went to the

looked up and gasped. She threw herself into her brother’s arms and hugged him

why this felt like a

grabbed the bread and the

gasped. She ran

took one final look at the brother and sister and

the edge of the road, frowning. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even look at

toward the blazing fire after young Mila. The little

got to the blaze, the warmer it felt. Sweat broke out on my brow and I realized that this fire could hurt us. If we

you!?” Mila

closer

she looked around every burnt tree and