Selene looked at him with a soft smile, one that carried warmth despite the cold chamber and the horror surrounding them.
"Never."
She turned her back to Moon, positioning herself beside him, facing Derek and the others. Her staff came up, fire already gathering at its tip.
"If you fight him, then you're fighting me," Selene said calmly. "Why don't we just fight that beast over there?"
She gestured toward the figure still watching from its throne, surrounded by its six level fifteen wolves. "He's the reason behind all of this."
Derek's face contorted with fury. "Kill the harlot with him! She's just as guilty!"
Iris hesitated, her bow half-raised, uncertainty written across her features. She'd been injured, was still bleeding, and the logic of attacking their strongest fighters seemed questionable at best.
But Elara...didn't seem to share the same hesitation as Iris.
