"You really want to shed blood in my land?" the King stepped inside the room. His eyes ran over Aeris' unconscious body for a brief second before he turned back to me.
"King Zeir, what have you done to my mate?!" Beowulf's growl thundered across the room. The air became tense, and fae guards fidgeted, trying to withstand my aura.
Our aura was oppressive, cold, and murderous. Zeir's aura seeped into the room, clashing with mine while protecting his guards from mine.
"Your mate? Who might that be?" He stood in front of me, his cold eyes staring straight into me.
His jaws clenched, and a murderous glint flickered through his eyes.
"Let's rip him apart," Beowulf mindlinked me.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance. "We are in his land Beowulf, if we hurt him that will lead to another war… we already have the Bloodmoon pack to face."
"But we can't let him talk to us in that manner… I. Won't. Allow. It." He prowled, his furs rippling, as he took an attacking stance.
