CHAPTER 58— BATTLEFIELD

Xavier shoved Zillon's hand off of his shoulder and started walking towards the exit. "I don't want to hear it, I've already made up my mind."

Celia followed him. "You can't, if nobody else can come, I'm coming. I don't care about what you have to say."

"Do you want me to finally tie you to the tree at the front of the forest like I always promised? You're not coming Celia, it's too dangerous... especially for you. You're going to be their target."

"It's true, Celia...you can't go."

Celia fanned Celeste off. "I'm going regardless of what anybody has to say. Xavier doesn't control me, he can't stop me from doing what I want!"

She walked in front of him, blocking his path. "Take what of the pack is here, use them, you're their alpha...they should be happy to die for you."

Xavier stopped in front of her, his expression nonchalant. "And will I be happy about them dying for me? Stop, I already made up my mind."

"No...!" Tears bled from Celia's eyes. "This is suicide! You can't just go out