Shioban and Felix stared at the newcomers, unable to gather their thoughts. Luna glanced at the woman standing in front of her. Even if they had never met, she had no doubts about who this persona was—passing years had no impact on her. Kaitlyn looked exactly like in the painting in the book. The witch was an older copy of her daughter.
On the other hand, Felix was not taking his eyes off the man, who was scanning the whole surroundings, ready to attack at the slightest sign of danger.
- I asked you a question. - Kaitlyn asked annoyedly, crossing her arms on her chest. Her patience was wearing thin.
- We do not know.- Alpha replied quietly, still glaring at the Dragon King. - My people just told us she left. With him.- He finished, pointing to the man, who had a shocked expression.
