(Adelia's POV)
Agony.
Pain.
Grief.
Overwhelming loss.
That's how I feel. All these emotions spiraling through my body within a split second of time. The Werewolf King is literally ten feet right in front of me, almost smirking as if he is satisfied to bring me to my knees or as if he thinks he has won, but in the depths of his eyes you can see a slight sliver of regret and confusion.
What does he regret?
Why is he confused?
I look to my right, seeing Antonio staring concerningly down at me, while he shouts orders at my protectors to let up the protective barrier and continuously shoots spell after spell towards the Werewolf King. I can feel Antonio's anger, concern and exhaustion boiling under his skin. I wonder how long he will be able to keep those spells up? I wish I could he
