Peter — in that monstrous form — chuckled, a deep, bone-chilling sound.
“You call it betrayal. I call it correction.”
He turned to Thas, who looked up — both relieved and horrified.
“Father…” Thas whispered.
King Paul drew his sword.
“This ends now,” he growled.
But before he could take a step, Peter growled, and the shadows surged, forming a barrier of smoke between him and the execution platform.
But then, to everyone’s surprise and shock, River stepped forward beside the king, her own power rising — that dark alpha energy shimmering with divine light, opposing Peter’s corrupted aura.
It was like something inside her snapped when she felt the dark magic; like a fighting song. She had no idea why she was reacting like this, but her beast just encouraged her to let it go and trust
