BL: 097

With his hands on his hips, he paced from one corner of the room to the other, thousands of thoughts circling in his head as he stopped and stared at the unconscious form of Xavier's body lying on the bed. He sharply turned to Juna who stood beside Riyan.

"I need an explanation?" He demanded.

Alpha Arthur who equally stood at the corner signaled. "What do you need an explanation for, he's alive, isn't that what you wanted,"

Jett scowled at the tall Alpha. "That's not it and you know it!" He snapped, looking back at the century-old witch in a teenager's body. "H-he was dead?" He stuttered, shuddering at the thought of Xavier's pale face flashing in his head.

"He was," Juna retorted.

"Then how the fuck is he alive?!"

Juna gleamed. "Actually, the dagger wasn't meant to kill him. Rather, it was meant to break the curse, I lied," Her grin widened at the stupefied looks on their face.

It was reserved for a moment, then...

"H-h-HOW COULD YOU DO THAT, YOU THINK PLAYING WITH PEOPLE'S FEELINGS