"I am the Lycan queen!" I shouted firmly, unwilling to tremble in front of her.
Gaia's eyes burned with rage as she raised her fist to strike me across the face. "As far as I know, you are just a random slut who was impregnated by those filthy werewolves. You will never be able to rule over anyone, let alone the Lycans!"
"I don't care if you don't believe me or accept me," I spat, blood dripping from my lip. "But I want you to leave. The last person I want to encounter during my labor is you!"
"Disrespectful whore!"
She kicked me in the stomach, causing me to double over in pain. I wanted to fight back, but I still seemed to be under her spell. My body was distorted, but I could feel every ounce of distress she poured on me.
"I can't think I'll come across a slave on my visit here, but I should denounce you to my Lycan king husband. I am certain that he will punish you in ways you cannot conceive."
She stood up and stepped back, and that was the moment I felt my body again. But now that she lifted the dark magic from me, I could feel myself floating weightlessly in the air.
I glared at her. "What are you doing to me?"