Alessia POV:
I could feel Mel's gaze burning into me, her golden eyes cold and calculating as she weighed my words. I know she's struggling to believe me. Why would she? I wouldn't believe myself either. But I don't have the time to convince her, not when Derek's life and other warriors lives are on the line.
"Please," I beg, my voice cracking. "You have to believe me; if we don't act now, it'll be too late. They—they're in danger!"
Mel crosses her arms, her lips curling into a faint smirk. "You're so quick to panic, Alessia. Derek and the others are more than capable of handling themselves, they are born warriors. So quit worrying."
Her tone is slightly laced with distain. She sees me like a weakling, a burden! I feel my throat constrict. Anger.
Born warriors my foot..! All of it
