The Planned Return

Daxel

Ace

“What have you done?!” Pollies, my keeper, exclaimed as she rushed toward our direction.

Her wrinkled face was now full of worry and her aura was far from excited. She rushed, reaching her hand to touch Bellezza’s face when I stop her from doing so.

“I forbid you to touch her,” I said with a final tone, keeping Bellezza’s body as close to my chest as possible, “we can no longer harm her in any more ways than we already have.”

“And who is there to blame? That was anything but necessary,” she fought back, gesturing to what I had just done to the girl, “you need not cast that spell on her, she’s not a danger to any of us!”

I didn’t let my gaze falter; I kept them sharp and piercing as if I was going to burr holes in their beings. I need to stay tough. I need to keep everything intact, especially in times like this.

“I am the Alpha and I am to do whatever it is that I see fit,” I declared, reminding her of who I am to her, to Morgan; and to the Mystic Bow pack, “you are in no po