The village was mostly destroyed — roofs caved in, walls torn open. A battlefield.
We searched every building. No one. Until Elias stepped out and an arrow nearly hit him, embedding in the hut.
I rushed to him, and people poured from the buildings. A familiar voice called orders.
“Kronos,” I breathed. He pushed through the crowd, stopping in shock before me.
“Lyra. You’re here.” Kronos said, shocked as he lowered his bow and arrow.
“Arthur said you needed help.” I replied.
He hugged me, but Elias growled and stepped between us.
“Kronos, this is Elias. Elias, Arthur’s guard, Kronos.” I said.
“He doesn’t touch you again.” Elias snapped.
“I did warn you about possessive mates.” I said.
“I didn’t know it was that bad.” Kronos admitted.
“Why did you attack?” I asked.
“We saw those c
