Jo-anne POV
Clova did not like seeing her Mate held down by the King, she was already snarling inside Jo-anne’s mine, and she could feel anger welling up inside of her wolf, she could even feel heat behind her eyes already. Though her attention had to be elsewhere as they saw those coming towards her; they were a direct threat to them.
West and Volt would have to manage on their own, though Clova did not like this, it didn’t look as though her Mate was being harmed, just forcibly held still by the King's aura and strength. The four women looking at her were already trying to pry inside their mind, they could feel it. A creeping spidery feeling was moving through their hair.
Clova pushed forward, and they united as one, right as one of them witches stepped up to her and snapped her hands
