"Use Pixie, save your mate," a voice whispered in the hind of her mind that her heart couldn't ignore.
Anemone looked for a scissor or a knife she could use to cut her hair frantically, finding a pair of scissors on the table quite conveniently.
Anemone untied her long purple hair that matched her iris. She took a deep breath and looked at it. How much would she need to save them all? They were in the middle of a forest. Even if the medics are on the way, transporting everyone to the hospital to receive proper treatment could be hectic.
Her inner voice and her consciousness couldn't let others suffer and not do anything about it. Plus, the urge to save her mate was overbearing in her thought process.
Olivia hid in a place from where she could see everything. A creepy satisfied smile
