In a nearby crevice in the rock, Maili watched. Rika opted not to look her way yet since she had, in essence, promised Sionnach that she’d not go looking for trouble. She was doing as she’d agreed, but if Maili began a confrontation, Rika would have to respond. No one could expect anything different.

Instead of answering, one of the faeries shoved a human. It wasn’t a true attack; the boy was low enough to the ground that it wasn’t much of a fall. At most, the boy would be bruised and scraped.

“Don’t. Do. That.” Rika bit off each word, but she didn’t strike anyone. She still wanted Sionnach to be the Alpha here. Meting out physical punishments was an Alpha’s obligation and right, not hers. Unless she was the Alpha, all Rika was rightly able to do was respond to aggression.

“You shouldn’t meddle,” Maili said as she stepped out of her hiding place. In her hands were manacles, and since she wore leather gloves that stretched up to her elbows to protect her from the metal, Rika knew that the restraints were fashioned of steel or iron.

The air became heavy with dust, impairing her vision. She shook her head and blinked against the dust. “Your inability to fight fair is embarrassing.”

As she clambered up the rocks, she saw the source of the dust: a pair of faeries tossed sand into the air while another with balloon-ish cheeks exhaled in big gasps. From behind her another faery tackled her, piercing her skin with the thin needles that covered him. She pulled her knee up hard, and when his grip loosened, she slammed her head into his face.

Several more faeries launched themselves toward the fight immediately. At least two were those she’d often seen at Maili’s side, ones she’d fought a few weeks ago in town. Two others, one male and one female, also jumped into the fray.

Rika wasn’t fragile, but her odds were slim against six faeries during a dust storm. Still, she wasn’t going to accept defeat easily. She kicked the leg of one of the largest faeries, snapping his knee backward, and headbutted another one of those not covered in thorns.

After only a few moments, though, she was overwhelmed. Between the sand blinding her and the sheer number of them, Maili’s group of faeries had her pinned to the ground. Quickly, Maili snapped the manacles closed on Rika’s ankles and then her wrists.

As soon as Maili had the restraints in place, she stepped back, and the other faeries started releasing Rika.

She promptly smashed her bound hands into another faery’s face. She fell back to the ground, and at the same time, she kicked her legs up and yanked another faery down with her feet. She might be down, but that didn’t mean she was done fighting.