Trickery

They dashed toward one another, Keira's heart raced as she tried to come up with a plan to diffuse the situation before it escalated any further.

Being a human among primal beasts with superpowers was challenging. She had learned from experience that she needed to employ every strategy at her disposal, including cunning, deception, and trickery.

She knew that she had to act fast before things got out of control. Keira considered what she could do when she was unable to speak and was on the verge of passing out from the dizziness. As a result, she might not be able to stop this incident in any other way than... Nahh, let's just simply collapse to the ground.

The entire hall burst into panic the moment her body crashed to the ground, pushing Azariah and Xander out of the vengeance force and rushing to her powerless body.

Keira winced; she felt as if she had broken her pinky toe a little bit, possibly because she was too rushed and forgot to curl her toenail, couldn't blame it though. The pinky always smacked everything anyway.

Xander checked her breathing, but there was no response from her fragile body, which caused his face to become horrified. and with a hasty pull, Xander pulled her out of Azariah's arms.

As she was released from Azariah's hold, Keira started to regain her composure, and her breathing improved. She took a deep breath, her chest expanding, briefly panting, and then gradually returning to her usual self. She then turned to face the crowd, which was staring at her unblinkingly.

Seeing that her collapsed scheme had worked. Even Mag rushed to her without hesitation, despite the fact that Mag's face was completely pale from being terrified by these two males.

Keira was amazed at how disturbingly superb her acting was. She couldn't believe that her harsh crash and nearly broken pinky had paid off. But Keira didn't want to fool her friend, so she lightly pinched Mag's arm, signaling that everything was fine and this was all a show.

Mag's eyes widened, her nose flared, and her face showed even greater horror that her friend was unable to speak and had to use her hand to communicate. Without paying close attention to Keira's face, countless tears welled in Mag's eyes and burst into a loud sob.

Keira was staggered. Her mind went unacceptable blank as she wondered how she got herself into this mess. She initially just pretended to pass out, but right now she would really be comatose due to the headache of this endless confusion. She only wanted to stop the killing, but she was being mourned instead.

However, she had to find a way to get out of it before things got worse and had to let Mag know that she was fine, so she pinched Mag again. Surprisingly, it made Mag cry even louder; excessive snot and tears flowed incessantly.

Keira was deeply ashamed. 'Why is everything such a mess?' If judging by the overwhelming shock and the scream of madness, no doubt the cessation of killing would soon be replaced by her funeral.

No, she can't let it be like this. She turned to Xander after realizing she was doomed with Mag, and flicked a wink at him as a signal. Thank goodness, he's bright, she had to rely on him in this chaotic situation.

She did, in fact, finally realize that she was in a brutal setting. Furthermore, her existence was constantly precarious.

She pursed her lips and returned her attention to Xander. He might be the person she trusted above all else in this group. Regardless, she intuitively understood what he desired, but no, it won't be that simple.

When Xander saw the look in Keira's eyes, he understood the signal and immediately took charge of the situation. His tense posture loosened, and he carefully picked her up.

Xander then shot a hostile glance at Azariah before carrying Keira out of that spot.

After bringing her to his lodge, Xander shut the door and put her down.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm fine .." she said, her gaze fixed on him blankly. In that instant, her mesmerizing eyes turned frigid. He wondered what he did wrong, what was the reason she gave him such a cold gaze.

Keira knew that she was to blame for being careless, not him. "It's fine," she said, patting his arm and reassuring him that she was not upset with him. She realized that blaming him would not make the situation better. Instead, she calmed her impulses by deepening her breath.

Xander breathed a disapproving sigh. "I knew you were concerned, so you did this to avoid a collision." He extended his palm to cup Keira's cheeks and looked at his reflection in her eye. "But, Keira, this is what males like us must do to protect our females. Fighting for females is a common occurrence, and those who fail must accept defeat."

It astounded her. She didn't want anyone to use violence to have her. There was no cause to fight when the key challenge was her feelings, if she desired a mate, she would choose by herself. When it comes down to it, love was developed in a complex way, not something that could be forced or controlled, and each person had their own unique way of experiencing it. Fighting each other to the death wasn't the way to gain her heart.

Despite how thoroughly she realized this world's danger, she wouldn't just take anyone who came into her mind to be her mate. She knew the importance of choosing mates wisely, the entire life of that male was tied to one person. She believed that a hasty decision could lead to a lifetime of misery and regret. If she had more than one mate, she needed to be sure that she could provide each love and affection equally.

Not to mention that her mate was still missing, how would she even have the urge to consider taking in another mate? Though she appreciated all he did, but her feelings were clouded.

Though the scratch on his arm was no longer irritating and was no longer noticeable, she was still concerned for Xander's health because he had only recently recovered from the deadly poison. She struggled to convince herself that it didn't interfere with his power.

She glanced at his arm, saying, "Xander, your poison has just been cured, I don't want anyone to get injured because of me, and the fact that I can't find my missing mate was killing me inside.. Xander, I need to find him." As she explained, sadness filled her face. She was convincing herself with each passing day that her mate was still alive and that she would wake up and find him next to her.

Even so, her mind was always on the brink of going insane if something happened to him. It was as if she had to keep fooling herself, again and again, to avoid being pessimistic. The fear of losing him consumed her, and she couldn't shake it off easily.

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