DAMON’s POV
The moment I heard her name, Everything stopped.
“She was admitted thirty minutes ago, Your Majesty.”
I stared at the palace omega standing outside the council chamber doors. For a second, I genuinely thought I heard wrong.
“Who.”
“Elodie.”
The room around me seemed to disappear, Council voices. Discussions. Arguments. Gone.
“What do you mean admitted.”
“The pack hospital.”
Cold moved sharply through my chest, immediate. Violent. Wrong.
“How.”
“We are unsure, Your Majesty.”
“You are unsure?”
“Yes—”
“How long.”
“Her condition worsened this morning—”
“No.”
The word left immediately, sharp and dangerous. This was impossible. I saw her. She said she was fine. She told me—
“Your Majesty—”
“Move.”
I was already walking. No. Not walking. Moving. Fast. Too fast. The
