~THIRD PERSON POV~
"Why don't you go help her?" Emalea said in their channel.
"Do you wish me dead? She'd kill me and that man for stepping in, I feel bad for the man. By the looks of it. she's pissed. That's not a crossfire any of us want to be caught in, that I can promise you." Ambrose tells Emalea.
At first, she couldn't understand what he meant. How coud he not want to go and help her? She knew how he felt, Emalea could see the way he looked at her, and how he acted with and around her.
Her Alpha King was different. He was better.
And then Emalea remembered what she did to that pervert Ezra.
How she burned him with fire that burned white.
And she understood why Ambrose hung back.
The air around Odette pulsed with power. The man cowered at her feet, whimpering and sniveling pleading with her.
Onyx's eyes glazed over the room; the little fox was sitting back calm and indifferent to the scene unfolding before it.
