Nino’s POV.
The likelihood of Isadora leaving this place alive was low.
She clutched my upper arm and coughed weakly. I glanced down at the large gash on her stomach and winced at how ghastly it was, I wasn’t squeamish or new to fatal injuries, but the cuts were deep and wide, she was losing blood so fast that even her wolf healing didn’t seem to be able to patch her up.
I curse under my breath and glance around the room, the other dignitaries are perched anxiously on settees with their hands clasped and horror in their eyes, some glance at Isadora and I with a little bit of worry in their eyes, the rest just mumble prayers to the moon goddess under their breaths and the occasional curse or to.
Dealing with them afterwards was going to be a hassle, I could already imagine the manoeuvri
