Crushing a person, destroying its life essence brought them a pleasure so twisted and horrific that even the creatures of the night whimpered when they saw them.

In eight years it is the first time Medusa had failed...she left one person for their sick pleasure. He was found hiding in underground barricade when the army of rogues had finished their raid.

"Who are you mutt?"

"O—omega o—of t—the pack."

Lucien clenched his fist when the rogue King and his cruel inhumane followers laughed at the omega's stuttering.

They kept an iron rod in fire. The blue flames dancing on the rods heated it to an unbearable temperature where it glowed to a fiery vermillion.

"What is your name Omega?" Spat a rogue but the man didn't replied, a boot kicked his back hard making him fall down with his face down on the dirty ground, carmine blood dripping down his back.

"R—Rh—Rhysand"

The hand that picked up the hot metal with the intention of burning Rhysand's back was cut off before anyone could blink.

A scream resounded from the rogue whose both hands were mercilessly mutilated. He fell on the ground whimpering and body jerking like a dying fish.

Medusa is standing before the kneeling man looking deranged, the madness which seems to dance in her eyes made the rogues step back in terror. The lilac eyes had turned golden with a bold black slit in between— the eyes of a snake.

Her hairs flowed like honey with the stormy wind, they rose above slowly turning into white hissing snakes. Rogues bowed their head down, forced on their hands and knees with the untamable ferocity.

"MEDUSA!"

"SHUT UP ZION!" She wasn't the only one speaking, several combined voices hissed with her, hatred dripping from their icy tone. The Rogue King Zion was startled with her behavior. It is the first time in thirteen moons when she is out for tasting blood.

A whimper forced her eyes to snap to the man already passed out. Magnificent is not the word which could justify his beauty but Medusa is only seeing the scars on his body.

"What are you doing?"

"Protecting what is mine. The hands that touched my mate would never touch anything else in their life."

Lucien helped Medusa carry Rhysand to her quarter. The grace and mercy of the Rogue Princess has been far beyond question, she didn't prejudiced ever, but right then it seemed like she had forgotten the world in front of her mate.

"I will wait outside Medusa." Lucien waited for the approval which never came because the said girl's eye was transfixed on the tanned man in front of her, on his stomach laying on her bed.

Lucien couldn't help but crack a little smile, it was the first time in years she seemed like a little child watching her favorite prohibited candy in the jar but then to a small part of her remained serious as she without a though took off her mate's tattered clothes immediately coving him with a cool blanket.

Not for a second straying from her aim, she respected Rhysand so much, maybe it wasn't much for male wolves to roam naked but she never knew if Rhysand would like that, she would not risk his modesty.....never.

Lucien kept all the essential medicines on the table and left the array of tents.

Medusa didn't register that she is alone with her destined. Her eyes welled up on examining his wounds. She didn't care if people see her crying and wailing on them but she felt ashamed that he had to go through that alone.

Angry purple bruises battered his back despite the werewolf healing and beneath them a pattern of white scars littered his body, which were not fresh at all, a year old atleast.

She applied the healing embrocation and shining pearl droplets continue to trail her cheeks at the sickening thought of someone hurting her precious mate and the second they ceased blinding rage clouded her vision.

Hissing of raged snakes could be heard throughout the tent not bothering their unconscious mate because they already loved him too much to cause him discomfort or pain.

"I Medusa, the Enforcer of Rogues, follower of moon goddess and Luna Queen Persephone, her grace myself and in her highest presence, take the vow to be the cause of the downfall of the entire legacy and heritage of the wolves that were my mate's tormentor.

The highest honor of a wolf— his tail and the nose which would have been held high during my mate's torment would be my first offerings to you my mother Queen followed by a torment cruel enough to freeze inferno."

That whole night the Rogue Princess didn't slept, not even for a second her hands stopped. They were either tending to Rhysand's wounds or looking after him.

At dawn, with the onset of the first rays of sun breaking the barrier of clouds and sweeping through their pores entered Medusa's tent encasing the beautiful shade on the face of the sleeping male.

Rhysand groaned, trying to peel his eyes open and for first time in decades his soul was at peace despite the little pain his body is in. He felt rejuvenated and his wolf crazy.

Fluttering his eyes open, he tried to recognize the place only to recall the events of last night.

"Please lay down, it's okay."