Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 282

Xena's POV

"Hold on to that bond as we get her to a doctor, Ryder commanded. Jericho nodded without hesitation, his arms tightening protectively around Tansy's limp form.

"Follow me!" Iris called out.

1 watched as Jericho stood with Tansy cradled against his chest, following Iris with careful but urgent steps.

Im going with them to the hospital," Logan announced, falling into step beside them. "Our warriors have arrived and they're cleaning up what's left of Darkthorn Pack's resistance."

'Keep us updated, bro," I said, giving him a firm nod.

Ryder and I turned our attention to the guards who had fallen during our assault. Most lay unconscious on the ground, but something about one of them caught my eye. His breathing was too controlled, too measured for someone who had been knocked out cold.

"Get everyone in this pack to gather in front of the packhouse, Ryder ordered one of our warriors, his tone leaving no room for argument.

and gave him a sharp kick with his boot. The man didn't his eyebrows. He was

move,

the subtle

placed his hands

guard's eyes flew open as he struggled to breathe, his

by his collar, his face inches from the trembling man's.

head down as he stumbled ahead of us,

have far to walk. People were already gathering in the open area in front of the packhouse, and what I saw there made my stomach clench. There were far more women and children than I had expected, but the number of men was exactly what I'd anticipated - and every single one of

the center of the gathering. I could feel the eyes of every person in

Wiley's mate, and she's still alive. While she's fighting for her life in the hospital right now, she is alive. Tansy also has

and murmurs rippled through the crowd. I could see the shock on

each other.

everything they thought they knew about their pack hierarchy. I stepped

taken to Alpha Logan's pack - the Blue Fang Pack, where Tansy's daughter currently serves as Luna.

and started making arrangements. As I scanned the crowd, a little girl caught my attention. She couldn't have been more than six or seven years old, but she stared at me with the most beautiful, hopeful eyes I'd ever seen. Something in her expression told me she wanted to speak, so I gave her