The warrior bowed. Apologetic. Respectful. Then backed away.
Serena didn't look back, but behind her, the shield surrounding the group melted down into nothing in the span of one second.
Serena: Be on guard. Left treeline, one hundred feet. Three archers. Direct front, same distance. Three more.
She moved forward, until she was next to the leader of the group. He turned, and they walked side by side with his four men trailing behind.
Dex closed his eyes. Opened them. The scene didn't change. His mate was walking shoulder to shoulder with a man who had aimed at her chest two minutes ago. Her back was to four armed men.
They followed behind the warriors deeper into the jungle for several minutes in silence.
Serena walked ahead of the group, unflinching. The bow was still in her hand down at her side. Her composure was flawless. But Dex could feel the tension she was hiding through their matebond.
Serena said something to the leader she was walking next to.
