ALEXANDER
The palace is swarming with guards when we pull up.
I’m out of the car before Enzo’s even killed the engine, my feet hitting the ground hard as I stride toward the entrance.
Everyone I pass stops. Bows their head.
Murmurs condolences or offers of help.
I don’t acknowledge any of them.
I can’t.
All I can think about is Emmaline.
And Liam.
Raffa meets me at the door, his expression grim.
“Where is she?” I demand.
“Upstairs. In your room.” He hesitates. “Alpha, she became very hysterical after the call. We had to sedate her. The pack doctor—”
“You sedated her?” My voice comes out sharper than I intended.
“She couldn’t breathe,” Raffa says quietly. “She was having a full panic attack. We didn’t have a choice.”
I close my eyes and force myself to breathe.
He’s right.
