Kane’s POV
I stood at the doorway, my eyes locked on Rose as she lay motionless on the bed. Her face, usually so full of life and stubborn defiance, was now pale and drawn. The room was dim, the heavy curtains drawn to block out the afternoon sun.
I couldn’t help but notice the dried blood on the bandage that wrapped around her leg, the wound she sustained on that fateful day, the day she joined the council meeting.
She had collapsed in the council hall, her body giving out under the weight of the accusations and the pain. The healers had tried everything they could, but she had yet to wake up. It had been three days now, and she remained in a coma, her breathing shallow and labored.
I banished Sir Derrick from the pack and it affected her, she broke down. The whole pack had been tal
