Thomas's POV
Chaos ensues in the Great Hall. My pack members are running from exit to exit looking for a safe way out of the Hall. My warriors begin to take down the rogues one by one. I move to jump off the stage to join the fray but a tug on the back of my tuxedo jacket reminds me I am leaving my mate alone to fend for herself.
"Thomas," she whimpers. Her eyes are large with fear. "What do I do?"
Grabbing her by the shoulders, I give her a little shake. "You have to fight," I tell her.
I try to make my way off the stage but Mia pulls me back again. "I can't fight," she tells me.
"Now is not the time to doubt yourself," I tell her in a hurried voice. "We have got to protect our pack."
"I don't have a wolf," Mia says through gritted teeth. "I don't know how to fight."
