Chapter 3: The Hunt
Abaddón and his mate, Lilitu, snuck through the camp, searching for a prize worth stealing. They knew it could be an easy catch, but only if they were careful and avoided capture. Abaddón licked his chops in expectation of their hunt; tonight the moons glowed a slight orange color, though it turned the surrounding forest into a weak green. The shadows darted around, just like the day Aslan, cursed Lion, had sacrificed himself for the traitor.
What was his name?
Edmund. Edmund Pevensie.
A growl rose in Abaddón's throat as he thought of the Son of Adam. And they were going to make him a king! Didn't they know the extent of what he did? He turned them in.
What's worse, he turned them in for candy.
If they were so bad off they had to pick a traitor to be their king, Abaddón knew it was only a matter of time before he and his pack managed to take revenge for their Queen and her subjects.
It was only a matter of time…