#Chapter 97 – Enemy Of My Enemy

Alyson I aim to push away from Olivera, my wolf coming forward finally to try and break us from his hold, but he doesn't budge. He keeps me pinned against his body, against his pleasuring noise of approval, kissing me wholly. I squirm slightly, not wanting to enjoy this affectionate moment, no matter how much I dare to sink into his arms more. "No," I pant, breathless and frustrated. "No, no, no…" "No is right," a new voice says suddenly, somewhere in the dark. Olivera yanks me into his side, a single arm hooped around my back and pinning me to his body. "Show yourself!" The darkness is snatched away instantly, pouring in light from all around, showing us a vast room, almost like a dining hall or ballroom for a kingdom palace. Instead it's flooded with rogues, a number of enemies too much to count that I can't even take in the sight of them all. "Looks like no one can keep their hands off the little Luna," one of the rouges taunts. Olivera looks less that surp