Denae stood in deep panic until she could finally see them. Her expectations were all destroyed, her fear and her doubt all disappearing when she noticed that it was Draco who was hauling Jerald towards where she stood and a warrior hauling Zaid.
All four of them were a bloody mess…naked as though they all had fought in their wolf form despite all the weapon they had in their possession. Had the war been that intense? Did Draco get hurt too?
On her legs that quivered immensely, she walked towards him, meeting him half-way. “U-Uncle what…are y~?”
Draco threw Jerald on his knees in front of her and threw his sword too. “Pick it up, child.”
Denae looked down at the bloody sword and then at her uncle. “What are y~?”
“You wanted to fight, didn’t you? You wanted to kill him yourself, so I’m
