Olivia's POV
"Why are they not up yet?" Sir Damon asked, his worry so obvious in his voice.
The healers didn't respond as they kept doing their incantations.
Where I stood beside the door, I felt guilty and worried. You can't blame me… I once loved them. Loved? No… that word felt too weak. I adored them. Cherished them. I worshipped the ground they walked on.
And now they were lying there in such a state because of my action.
My wolf whimpered deep inside me. She was scared, just like me. I swallowed hard, trying to push the fear away, but it was growing stronger by the second.
"What the fuck is the problem!" Sir Damon suddenly shouted, stepping closer. "Why is none of them responding yet?!"
His voice cracked with panic. I understood why. These were his only sons. And now all three were in danger.
One of the healers finally spoke, her voice filled with worry.
