|44: Screams Of Death.

ZIONs POV...

All I see is red.

As I gaze down at my unmoving bonetta [fated one], the crimson colour blinds my judgement. My Queen. Bonetta [fated one], and Blessed One continue to position herself in perilous situations.

The shock that nips at my flesh is broken when I see her strike the human males' arses with Sylvan's sword, and then knock them out with the handle's blunt end.

All the while, she exhibits Sylvan's piercing canines with a wide grin.

She's having way too much fun at Sylvan's expense.

I look over my shoulder and snarl, "Don't just stand there! Protect your Queen!!" My voice bellows through the wide corridor as my warriors stand there like fucking statues with their mouths agape.

~Not you Tyber!~ I hiss through our mind link. ~Come here and guard your Queens skin.~ I order in my Alpha tone.

~As you desire brother.~ He replies, turning back around and he runs back to us.

"If anything-"