"!!!", Dylan.

"!!!", Behemoth.

Diana Ritchell did not leave the Behemoth waiting for a long time. After introducing herself, her words were carried by the malevolent waves of the wind. Black hair glided smoothly behind her as she looked down at the Behemoth as if it was far beneath her.

She, both a woman and pregnant, was now looking down at the beast who had never put her into mind. But she was no lily that needed protecting as Dylan thought nor was she a pebble that could easily be trampled over like the behemoth initially thought–no. She was a tree, strong and proud no matter how much wind she...