"Why had Alpha fainted?" Rosaline asked the doctor in front of her. She shifted slightly, her heartbeat quickening as anxiety tightened around her chest.
He was the physician reserved for the heads of the pack, and with his extensive knowledge, he was the most experienced elder among them, his presence alone demanding respect and carrying an unspoken weight.
"It was as if the Alpha had fought a gruesome battle that drained every ounce of his energy. There is more at play here than we can see," Elder Myrath replied, his voice calm but tinged with unease.
He glanced down at Lucian, who lay on the bed, shoulders slumped and chest rising and falling unevenly. Even he seemed confused, unable to comprehend what could have left the Alpha so utterly drained, his normally commanding presence reduced to fragile vulnerability.
