Nia, Khalil. and Taylor tore through those guards with ease, given their newfound powers. However, Nia did not feel as if they should die, so she linked her mates to not kill them, only knock them out for now. They were her species. Her kind. Her clan, led by a bloodthirsty tyrant. Nia let her mates deal with the guards that were constantly incoming non-stop as she turned her attention to Valtira. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the full length of her now full grown wings extend outward. More and more fairies filled the room, almost over powering her mates in numbers, but even though she knew her mates could over take them, by tradition she needed to let her clan know the reason she was there. To claim her rightful position back as their one true queen.
"You f*****g b***h", Val
