My pride screams no. My instincts scream no. But the father in me—the man who’s already lost a mate—roars louder.
“Prepare the car,” I say, jaw grinding.
Shock ripples through the room. The healers stare like I’ve ordered my own execution.
“Seal the palace,” I add, voice cold. “No rumors leave these walls. Anyone who leaks a word about her condition answers to me.”
Rowan, my beta, steps forward, his face grim. “I’m coming.”
I nod. “You ride in front. Clear the roads. No stops, no delays. If a driver hesitates, drag him out.”
“Vincent,” Rowan says, low, as the healers scatter. “A human? You sure?”
“She’s dying,” I snap, my voice raw. “I’d crawl to a demon if it meant saving her.”
“Understood,” he says, but his eyes linger, worried. “Just… don’t lose yourself out there.”
“NOW!” I ro
