Vixen's heart pounded like a drum in her chest, the surge of adrenaline electrifying her senses as she observed the unfolding scene from the shadows. Her emerald eyes narrowed, a maelstrom of emotions raging within her.
Admiration had blossomed in her chest as she witnessed Emilia's fierce battle with Santoro, the young Matriarch's tenacity and skill leaving Vixen in awe. But now, as she saw Mara's treacherous grip tightened around Emilia's throat, a surge of panic gripped her, clawing at her like the talons of a predator.
"Emilia," Vixen breathed, her voice laced with a desperation that she struggled to conceal. She knew the implications of revealing herself, the inevitable consequences that would come crashing down upon her. Yet, the thought of Emilia's life slipping away was a weight too heavy to bear.
