Serayah Morgan.
As fast as our legs can carry us, we race back to the castle. Roar’s steps are thunderous as he goes ahead of me into the nursery, where the entire family is already gathered. The silence is heart stopping—how is this the nursery of the baby boy who never stops laughing or bouncing in his crib. My eyes land on Kylan who is cradled in Elanor’s arms. His skin is too pale, too still like life is gone out of him already.
My legs give out instantly and I thrash to the ground.
Everyone is panicking. Their voices are overlapping.
“What’s wrong with him?!” he roars.
“Alpha…Heh was just sleeping. I thought it was a fever—his body started getting warm, so I adjusted the blinds, I lit the fireplace to keep him comfortable, and when I turned back—he was coughing. Then these rash
