ELARA'S POV
It was a bloodshed. Our pathway was muddled with injured and fallen guards who seemed to have been killed off before they could understand what they were up against. Enoch was the real definition of a trained assassin. Every cut was clean, precise and deadly.
He made the guards seem like untrained amateur because they dropped immediately at his claws.
"Oh my goodness," I sigh in surprise. "What happened here, it's an ambush, a one-man ambush" I shake my head in disbelief. "Is this how…. we have to go back and help. Kael needs our help,"
"No!" Ravenna screams at me in anger. "He can take care of himself. Besides, what help do you think you can offer him? My Alpha gave me an order, I need… we need to get out of here before it's too late."
I stopped and looked behind us, thinking I had heard a scream. "Elara, please move. We don't have time to wait." she shrugs violently and mumbles to herself.
"Alright," I mutter.
