The head healer shook her head grimly, her weathered fingers pressing against Kaelen's wrist. "Their pulses are still weak. If they don't wake soon, we'll need to move them to the Sanctuary."
"The Sanctuary?" I asked, my throat tight with unexpected anxiety.
Lady Isolde's face paled. "That's where the most... desperate rituals are performed."
Lord Alaric Nightwing burst through the door, his normally dignified demeanor completely shattered. As the triplets' father and former Alpha, he rarely showed strong emotion, but now panic radiated from him in waves.
"Any change?" he demanded, rushing to the bedside.
The head healer shook her head. "The mate bond backlash is severe. When Luna Seraphina was... intimate with another Alpha, their wolves experienced it as the deepest betrayal."
Lord Alaric's eyes found mine, not accusatory but desperate. "Can't you do something? Anything?"
