Alexa's Point Of View

"Clear the area. Ace."

"Yes, alpha,"

"Make sure a proper funeral is made for this man," Akira ordered and Ace bowed. Looking away from Ace, he turned to little Isabella who was still weeping, clutching tightly to her father's hand. He bent to her height and took her small hands in his.

"Isabella," he called softly. "Do you want to go home with me?"

Issa sniffled, "the palace?" She asked, her voice trembling. Akira nodded, reaching to carry her.

"Before your daddy left, he told me to take good care of you while he was away. Allow me to fulfill my promise."

Isabella turned to me...