Eight

Laura Angel POV

Luther and his mother, Selene, help me dress. I am a mess. I can barely stand, and the faires are on their way here to see their queen. Me, the queen, the concept does not seem like something I should be dealing with right now. I should be trying to fit in with Luther and his pack, not trying to figure out what to do with a fairy tribe.

"I feel sick, Luther," I say. I lean over on him.

"You will be fine, and you can do this. You have to be strong and brave for your people. I will be with you," Luther says.

I nod my head—the sudden feeling of faint rushes over me. I feel hot and cold at the same time. "Oh, Luther, I do not understand why this is happening," I sob.

Alpha Luther takes me by the upper arms. He shakes me gently."Snap out of it. Your people need you, Laura Angel. They are your priority tonight. I will make sure they are safe tonight. Tomorrow we will decide what to do about your tribe, but tonight you have to comfort them.