William could sense Leon's blood running cold so he kept galloping to the mansion of Rose.
Forming in half shape, dropped the boy, grabbed Leon, fury was streaming out of his face. While entering inside, the king gazed at Holcane, ordering with no mercy, "make the pixies amplify the magic of gate and kill every dark magician that approached our borders."
The faerie wolves were as furious as their master, the shaky Foley followed the king who took his brother to the infirmary, hearing the howl outside. He was hugging the box not to miss it when he clinched back, seeing the ladies in those poor thin laces.
The King put his brother on the bed.
"Save him, he has positioned by dark magic," he cried out harshly, "if he dies, you will die too."
The ladies ran pale and began to check on Leon's nude body. The poison was spoiling his flesh and they needed to change his blood.
"We need blood."
"I have too much of that."
