As soon as she finishes reading the text, Alex teleports to Wendy, not even noticing that she felt no fear from their question. Once she arrives, she stands for in front Wendy, glaring at whoever might be a threat.

“Don’t you lay a finger on her,” she practically snarls, glaring daggers at him. Alex is ready to blast out a pheremone attack of fear when she realizes who it is, faltering.

“Ja-Jakob..? What..” Was she facing the wrong way? No one else was close enough. Surely it wasn’t him. He’s been so nice to her. But Alex doesn’t move from her spot, still shileding Wendy. “What’s going on?”