Xena
I manage to stop Xael’s nosebleed while the Lunas have a heated debate with their mates about me. They really believe that I am a witch. The Alphas defending me is more proof to them that I have bewitched their mates.
“A witch has to die!” they start chanting. The palace servants join in. This is blowing out of hand.
“I will tear them apart if they so much as touch us,” Diana warns, meaning every word. The Alphas can harm us, but none of these Lunas, nor the palace employees are a match to Diana.
“They have numbers on their side,” I tell her, and Xael holds my hand. He is very weak. Fighting the spell or whatever depleted his energy. The bleeding made matters worse.
“No one will touch you for as long as I live.”
My heart melts at that. I know that he means it.
The Lycan king
