Flashback:
The sound of footsteps echoed loudly through the hallways as one of the werewolf warriors approached the throne room. He was out of breath and holding his injured arm, trying to stop the bleeding.
She could practically smell his desperation.
The werewolf threw open the throne room door, and stumbled inside. Maduke, who was sitting on the throne, quickly stood up.
"Warra! What happened!" Maduke shouted. But before Warra could answer, Garda came up behind him and knocked him unconscious. As Warra fell down, Garda looked up at Maduke, her eyes narrowed.
"Garda." Maduke was surprised, to say the least. But he smirked, his eyes filled with hatred. "It seems you received my invitation."
Garda glared at him. "How dare you stand where he stood." Her words were spoken quietly, but the anger in her voice was unmistakable. This was a warrior you should not mess with. But Maduke, didn't seem to care as he sat back down on the throne.
His smirk widened as he released his aura, shaking their surroundings. After all, his power shouldn't be underestimated either. He rested his chin on his hand and crossed his legs, looking down at Garda with a smirk.
"What are you going to do about it?" His arrogant question rang in her head. Somehow, those words shook her as she realized that it was her against all of her clan.
But she remembered him. Lord Muzaka. The one they said had betrayed the werewolves. The one she had served and protected for years.
The one she had given her heart to unconditionally.
'Yes.. It doesn't matter what they say. It doesn't matter if I'm alone. If it's for Lord Muzaka, I don't care if I'm by myself...'
Garda smiled. Because no matter what she has to face, it was all for him.. And that is enough.
"Aaaarghhh!" Garda screamed while clutching her head. The memories of torture and pain kept coming back to her. She could feel herself losing control..
"Garda!"
'Lord Muzaka...?!' Garda's eyes snapped open as strong arms embraced her. Her breath coming in short gasps, Garda slowly looked up to see Muzaka.
Muzaka. Holding her so tightly in his arms..
"Lord...Muza..ka..?" Garda asked, her voice barely above a whisper. It was as if she was in a dream. It couldn't be true...
But just as she opened her mouth to speak, she felt someone strike the back of her neck and she plunged into darkness.
Muzaka glared at Frankenstein. "It seems that you really do have a death wish, Frankenstein..." If only looks could kill...
"Ah.. Do forgive me, Lord Muzaka, but whatever do you mean?" Frankenstein asked as if he was discussing the weather and hadn't just knocked Garda unconscious in Muzaka's arms.
Everyone sweatdropped.
'Oh boy...'
[Author's Note: Hey guys! I know, I know. It's been a while. I missed you too. :P Hehe. Anyway, sorry about this short chapter. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Please read and review!]
