Ronan's POV
Blood dripped from my hands as I carried Seraphina's limp body through the corridors. Her neck wound gaped open, pulsing crimson with each faint heartbeat. My wolf howled in panic beneath my skin.
"Move faster!" I barked at the servants scrambling to clear our path.
Behind me, Orion followed with grim determination etched across his face. Kaelen's footsteps thundered beside mine, his normally composed features twisted with fear.
"She's losing too much blood," Kaelen muttered, his hand pressed against her throat in a futile attempt to stem the flow.
I kicked open the door to her chambers. "Put towels down! Now!"
Maids rushed to obey, laying clean linens across her bed. I placed Seraphina down as gently as possible, her blood immediately soaking through the pristine white fabric.
"Where's the fucking healer?" Orion growled, pacing the room like a caged animal.
