**Adira's POV**
"Adira! Adira!" Gabriel yelled as he ran up to me. He took off his shirt and pulled it over my head, covering my body. His shirt reached to the middle of my thighs. "Thank Goddess you are alright." He breathed a sigh of relief and engulfed me into his arms where I finally broke down crying. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"Take her home." Roman groaned as he leaned against Amelia for support. "We can start cleaning up a little here before we bring your pack home."
Gabriel said nothing as he placed his hand in the curve of my lower back, and led me towards the cabin. Every step I took was a step closer to having to say the words out loud. I knew what the witch had said, but I also remembered that I immune to dark magic. Did the witch know that or was this something different?
