Slap after slap landed, each one harder than the last—her face was all twisted from the beating.
And to make things worse, she had to kneel as punishment too.
She silently felt sorry for Soren Phoenix.
But when she thought of Xylon Phoenix ordering the attack on The Wolf Tribe, her heart immediately sank, her face turning grim.
Go. They had to leave tonight—pack up and migrate to Sky-mist Canyon under cover of darkness.
If they didn't go now, by the time the Phoenix Clan soldiers arrived, they'd all likely die here.
She was just about to turn off the vision when she saw Xylon Phoenix summon his trusted follower Rhea, instructing her to extract Mael Valerius's heart blood—and warned her not to let the Dragon Clan find out.
"Fuck, is this old bastard sick in the head? His own daughter's life matters but other people's sons' lives don't?"
Luna Sutton glared at the image before her, cursing through a dark expression.
