Evan Orwell immediately seized the fleeting opportunity, hooking his slender claw around Seraphina Caldwell, and caught her firmly.
He folded his wings and slowly descended to the ground.
Upon landing, he deliberately tucked his wings behind him.
As Seraphina just steadied herself, her body still swayed slightly.
The next second, she was pulled into a cool yet comforting embrace.
Isaac Vaughn's arms encircled her waist.
He gently caressed her back and forth.
"Does your waist still hurt? Let me take a look."
Seraphina nestled against him, her nose twitching slightly.
It was Isaac Vaughn's unique scent.
Her body, originally tense as a string, finally began to relax bit by bit.
She whispered, "It doesn't hurt anymore, just earlier... being grabbed suddenly, it startled me."
Before she finished speaking, there was a muffled thud in the distance, dust flying.
The Eagle Clan male had been pinned to the ground by Gideon Larkin and Wyatt Yardley, unable to move.
