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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."