When the power of my order hits their ears, all warriors stop like they are frozen in time. The rogues too. The smell of hope, confusion, fear is everywhere.
No one could see the Moon Goddess, but they all could see that after I suddenly vanished from the battlefield, I reappeared near the Old Tree wearing a silver crown. You don't have to be a genius to at least suspect what happened.
I take a look around. Alexander's warriors are outnumbered and a lot of them are bleeding. Alphas too look ravaged.
I know I can use my powers to win this fight, but that would mean a lot of lives to be sacrificed. Lexi's face appears in my mind. Winning is nothing for the ones that lose their mates.
"This fight is over. Return to where you came from." I say, looking mostly at the wolf that stands growl
