Chapter10

Evan:

Evan and Rhiannon ran to the Lycan Manor, to anyone who managed to see them they would only be a blur. There one moment, gone the next. When they reached the manor they were ushered inside by a servant and taken straight to Lord Lucian. When they entered the library of the manor they were greeted with the sight of the Alpha pacing, his youngest son beside him. Hecktor looked up and stopped when he saw them, saying.

"Lord and Lady Blackwell, thank you for joining us. I wish it was under better circumstances. As you know judgment will be passed on the rogue Ian Collin MacRowan tonight. I'd like to know your thoughts on what his sentence should be."

Evan looked to Rhia who nodded and said, "Lord Lucian, I should have put him to death for his betrayal years ago. I will not see him walk away alive tonight. If your pack does not put him down, I will." Her tone was as cold as a glacier and just as hard as stone. Lord Lucian smiled at her and said,

"That's what I thought. Now come, we must go to the clearing for the gathering." and with that they followed the Alpha outside. …

Blake:

Blake entered the dungeon knowing it was about an hour before Ian was to be placed before the pack and given his sentences for his betrayal to the pack and claiming to be dead for all these years. But as Blake silently walked down the stone steps, there was only one thing on his mind. He wanted to confront Ian alone, to see what his long-lost friend had to say about his actions towards Rhiannon. He wanted more to watch Ian bleed, better yet be the one to cause Ian to beg for mercy. Blake passed by many of the other rotting cells that already held other betraying members and enemies waiting for what was coming to them. But where Blake wished to go he needed to go, was the torture chamber where his father had placed Ian into the moment he reached the ground over Luke's shoulder. Blake easily opened the door, to reveal Ian chained up by silver bars. As Blake slammed the chamber door shut, Ian began to laugh getting up to his feet.

"Its been a long time old friend." Ian said,

once his laughter subsided. Blake walked up to the center of the room. He remained quiet knowing that Ian had drained of some blood, making him very close to blood lust. "Remember the day you and I advised your father to build room this room when those trespasser had entered our land." Ian said, pulling on the chains that held him to the wall. Blake watched as Ian's face went from funny happy, to miserable. "I never thought I'd be the one in these chains that day." He said softly, as if to himself.

"You being placed here is a doing all your own and no one else's." Blake said, holding his anger back preventing it from showing in his tone.

"Yea pretending to die is such a crime, who would have thought." Ian chuckled, shacking his head in disgust. Falling against the wall and looking straight at Blake, showing no sense of fear or anger.

"Your crimes are more then you lying to the pack all these year, but also for what you did to Rhiannon." Blake informed Ian, who only rolled his eyes at Blake's response.

"Oh please that is ridiculous, she is just one blood sucker who had fallen for me, I never loved her. She was only good enough to keep around when I need someone to fill my bed. But not even that lasted long enough." Ian groaned out, Blake's anger rose slowly with each of Ian words. Which caused him to quickly walkup to Ian and slam a fast fist in his face, and punching him in the stomach.

"YOU WILL NEVER SPEAK OF HER OR ANY MEMBER OF THIS PACK AGAIN." Blake growled harshly at the howling Ian, lucky for Blake the chamber was sound proof that way no one outside these rooms could hear the screams of pain. Blake waist no time, not wanting to hear another word from Ian mouth, he bashed his fist a few more time at Ian face, stomach, back, neck and anywhere else Ian made it possible to hit. After a while and many new bloody opening placed across Ian skin. Blake moved over to the table of weapons he had made to get enemies to confess their crimes, gripping the end of the table letting air fill his lungs at a more regular pace.

"How can you do this to me Blake, it's me Ian." Ian asked between heavy breaths, Blake turned his head to the side. Watching Ian cruel into a ball at the far corner of the chamber away from Blake. "I thought you were my friend." Ian added, beginning to cough up blood. Blake closed his eyes remember the way things once were how he could so easily talk to Ian about everything and thought his friend could do no wrong. But the moments Rhiannon's face came to the front of his mind, Blake slowly wrapped his fingers around the end of the long fifteen inch silver whip handle. Opening his eyes, quickly turning to slash the whip roughly across Ian's skin. Letting his cries of pain and pleading to Blake begging him to stop fill the room. And only when Blake knew it was just about time for the guards to come did he stop, dropping the whip on the table turning quickly around leaving the chamber slamming the door behind him….

---fast forward to standing on the stone rock, Carmen finally joining him and the rest of them----

"My lord, a message from Lady Blackwell." One of the head messengers said as he came up the side of the rock. Blake's gaze immediately went up to the messenger, wondering what Rhiannon had to say and if it was her presence he had been feeling through all this chaos.

"What is it, Albert?" Their father asked, Albert was one of the oldest members and still head the strength of an ox.

"She has made a request that Ian Collin MacRowan be put to death, for his betrayal placed against her, as well as the rest of the vampire coven." Albert said simply, pointing in a direction over them, Blake turned and followed the old man's directions to see Rhiannon standing tall, and beautiful besides her brother surrounded by lycan glaring down at Ian with such hatred in her eyes. He wish to be up there with her, but looking down at Ian Blake planned to finish what he started.

Carmen:

"Let me announce it father, please." Carmen begged softly, leaning in close to her father so he is able to hear her over all the Lycans cry of battles, and punishment. She met her father's heavy gaze, knowing he was thinking weather it was worth letting her announce the final judgment.

"Alright. Go." Her father finally said, placing a kiss on her forehead. Before Carmen turned and walked gracefully down the rock and to the center of the lycan circle that had formed to a great extent. The members parts as she walked, bowing their heads to her showing her respect as leader. Carmen walked up the steps of the circular platform where Ian was chained at dead center, Carmen came to a halt once she reached the top, hands on her hips, legs slightly parts. Looking around at her people those who have followed her and her family, believing in the way they ruled. All except Gabriel who had tried to touch her as she quickly passed him. Carmen looked down at Ian, who tried to lift his eye lid. Carmen turned slightly at nodded at her father and brothers, they nodded in return. She quickly changed as they did and in unison the four of the sent up a loud howl of 'silence' well known to the lycan members. Who quickly fell silent as ordered, each of them resting to lay on their stomachs. Waiting for the judgment, as Carmen alone changed back into her human form ready to give the ruling. She slowly approached the very weak Ian, letting her cape fall from her shoulders landing feet away from them. Her hair blanketing her body once again. She stopped right next to Ian, kicking him to lay on his back wanting to look at his face as he heard his final judgment.

"Ian Collin MacRowan, you have been brought to stand in front of the pack after many years of claiming to be dead." Carmen began speaking loudly so the entire pack was able to hear her. "Which within that time you have been known for committing many crimes, and betrayals not only to this council, but as well as the coven

." Carmen bent down and caught a hold of Ian's neck slowly lifting him up as high as she could. Squeezing his neck, blocking his air way. "Ian Collin MacRowan you have been sentenced TO DEATH." Carmen growled out the final words, letting the Lycans jump to stand on their paws, howling, growling, others clawing at the platform. "For the betrayal of the pack when needed and joining other packs giving secretive information of our pack, AS WELL AS BETRAYALING THE LADY BLACKWELL." Carmen shouted, the Lycans roars getting louder. Carmen threw Ian to the side harshly, with the chains holding him he did not go far but the chains cut deeper into his wrist. Carmen took a deep breath closing her eyes, letting the glorious moon's light shine over her. Before slowly opening her eyes, to look directly at Rhiannon who met her eyes. Carmen smirked at wait she was about to announce next. She waved her hand, signaling her father and brothers to silence the pack once again.

Seconds later their howls over took all the rest silencing all the pack once again. And only then did she say the last part of the judgment.

"But for this execution, the Lycan pack has left the honor of taking your life to Lady Rhiannon Blackwell. With the royal family's granted permission to do so" Carmen said with a smile spreading wide across her face….

Rhia:

Rhia smiled with cruel, cold pleasure at the ruling of the Lycan pack. She stepped forward, walking through the many wolves that had gathered. Her brother followed her to the center of the platform where Ian was chained. Rhiannon looked at Blake seeing anger in his eyes that was quickly replaced with love and longing when their gazes met, he nodded. She knelt beside Ian and looked up at her brother and spoke. " For your crimes against me and my coven, I give you, Ian MacRowan, one choice. Speak your last request if the Goddess sees fit it will be granted. After that your life is forfeit. May the fates take pity on your soul." she lent him enough of her own strength to speak but no more.

"Let me go! That is my last request." Rhia looked to the moon and to the night sky and smirked.

"Wrong request, love." she then gave into her predator nature and hissed before she bit him and drained him dry. When his body lay limp on the stone she stood and wiped the blood from her mouth. She spoke with sadistic joy in her tone now, " The traitor, Ian Collin MacRowan is dead. For the final time." …