“Where’s Ashleigh?” Myka asked Alice quietly.
“Having a therapy session,” she replied, keeping her eyes on the Dark Queen. “Anger management.”
Myka furrowed his brow and glanced out through the opening in the tent. A slight distance away, he saw several monsters running in one direction, and then they were suddenly thrown back. Standing in their place was a sight to behold.
He could see that it was her, but she was different. Covered in some sort of spectral armor, complete with wings. She charged forward and took on the small army herself.
“Damn…” Myka whispered.
The Dark Queen felt the power coming from outside the tent. She clenched her jaw in anger but put a smile on her face once more.
‘Come with me, Myka,’ she whispered in his mind. ‘Stay at my side, and I will protect you and your mate from the battle. Our family will flourish in the new world.’
