Tyler’s POV
Elena was rushed straight to the healers. The rest was a blur—people rushing around, bloody bandages thrown into piles on the floor, and all the while, Elena’s face remained pale and still.
Samson paced the infirmary, refusing to sit still. Tyler was so exhausted that he couldn’t stay standing. He could only hang his head in his hands, raking his fingers through his hair until blond strands came free.
It took hours. Elena was rushed into the operating chamber for an emergency surgery. The healers used every method they could to mend her internal injuries and keep her from bleeding out. They tried every antidote they could think of.
Finally, by the time the moon was high in the sky, the lead healer, Jayne, emerged with blood covering her uniform and a grave expression.
“Alp
