Alora’s POV

We got into a small arena that looked like a hall. There was a small crowd awaiting our arrival.

Immediately Harry noticed us, he ran over and led us to a chair. Morgan pushed me to his front and led me to a chair before he sat down at the other side.

His eyes surveyed the whole crowd eagerly waiting to hear what he had to say.

“This had better be fast. As you can see, we are covered in bruises, and I need to tend to my wounds and that of my mate,” Morgan’s voice echoed ...