"Take her." Arthur nodded at Fenja. His expression was callous.
However, the two warriors didn't do what they were told immediately; their gaze fell on the Alpha, who was curling up on the floor. They were worried and bewildered.
"What happened to the Alpha?" The warrior asked.
Fenja recognized one of the warriors; it was Rye, who had asked Arthur the question. His gaze darted back and forth between the Alpha, Fenja, and the Gamma inside this room.
"Is he alright? Should I call a healer?" The other warrior suggested it, but Arthur declined those ridiculous questions. He snapped again. "Take… her!"
Rye and his fellow warrior immediately grabbed Fenja. Rye looked apologetic because he had to treat Fenja like this, but he couldn't deny a direct order from the alpha.
"I am sorry, Luna," Rye murmured.
This was not his fault. He was in a position where he couldn't even choose what to do, aside from listening to the direct order from the former alpha.
