Citlali glanced at the aggression on Matt’s face and swiftly stepped between them, her back to Matt so she was in Orion’s face. “Turi. It means brother in my language. You take the form of my people through magic. It is a difficult magic to learn and a harder skill to master. For that my people believe you are to be honored as no different from us.”
She positioned herself, not as predator but as buffer between a protective male and his mate and Orion, the hostile outside force. She was sure the boy wasn’t even aware of the danger he was putting himself in. “You clearly believe Matt’s honesty has been compromised. But will you trust me? I have no reason to lie to or for any of you. I do as the spirits tell me. They tell me these people are good. Just as you are. Please, turi, help her,” she pled.