"Step away from her, werewolf, unless you want your blood staining the scaffold just like the other man's." Draven said with a crooked smile, and Luna's eyes widened at his words. His smile had returned to grace his lips.
Luna felt the slow beat of dread surround her body, thick with the tension in the air and Draven's words. She didn't want to witness another beheading, and was about to step away from Mr. Hathor when she heard the man boldly say,
"Luna is scared of you and doesn't want to be with you. You cannot force her against her will." Riven had a determined look on his face that set Luna's nerves all over the place. Her hands gripped the edge of her clothes to control herself.
