Sephora's POV
I watched as king Jon was blazing with power and energy, moving with fluid grace and absolute merciless resolve. "You are my mate." I whispered it aloud, awed by the fact that my body knew him long before my mind made the acknowledgement.
I watched in amazement as he literally ripped the heart from his chest, while two rogues collided in the air where he had been a split second earlier. I felt I was watching a choreographed battle, every move prearranged and rehearsed.
King Jon kept the rogues off center using his blurring speed, not wanting them to realize he was not alpha Jason. These were fledgling rogues, pawns the dark lords used as fodder to inflict as much damage as possible to weaken the lines of defense. King Jon was certain the minister had sent the fledglings
