" Move." Elijah gave the order to the band of western warriors, and then the band of western warriors surrounding Klaus moved to one side, and they gave way.
Emily started toward Klaus. She looked at Klaus on his knees, overcome with grief. Her feet were on the blood-stained ground, and every step she took was agonizing.
She had lost the pack, and she could not lose Klaus again. Whatever Elijah wanted her to do, she was willing to do, if only she could keep Klaus alive.
"Klaus." Emily was on her knees beside Klaus. She longed to embrace him, but her hands were bound with cords, so that all she could do was to draw her tear-stained cheeks closer to his.
" My lover." Klaus's voice was weak, exhausted by the constant fighting. He was bruised and battered, and his green eyes were glassy.
" We lost the pack," Emily sobbed. Brutal fighting had declared them defeated.