King Jon's POV
I knew I should not be scared; I couldn't.
My mind kept racing for Sephora as I feared she might not make it. I continued fighting off the rogues but more of them filled the pack house. The encounter I had with her earlier before the fight troubled me. I was torn, wanting to believe her to be the strong woman she was, and fighting with myself. It was becoming an act of major will strength not to trust her not to believe her to survive this. I had to battle myself, because I was afraid I was seriously falling for her, and I couldn't see how I'd lived without her.
With that anger, I ripped the head of the rogue in front of me. I couldn't stand by and watch Sephora dead here in the hands of her enemies.
I raced to the room where I had left Sephora and banged on the front do
