Selvo drove up on his motorcycle, dressed in a leather dark and red bodysuit. Heads turned as he took off her helmet and shook out his long red hair in the daylight. It was like a sight straight out of a shampoo commercial.
He leapt over the barrier and beelined straight for her. "Wow, this looks bad. Who is that witch? Any identity?"
"It looked disastrous a few minutes ago with a thousand-foot tsunami towering over the town," Blanca clarified, "but knowing the witch is Damian's mate and Morgana's daughter is far worse."
"Bloody hell, the missing Anda?"
"Yes."
"How could that be? I thought she was kidnapped?" He asked as his brain started worrying about the outcome of this event as his gaze went to Killian. "Damn it! You wave war, Killian...Damian will hunt you down, and Alpha Liam will not like his beta's head cut." He mumbled and began pacing. "Fuck! Why the hell did you kill her?"
