GRAY
I strode into my chambers, trying to keep my composure despite the concern eating away my control. The door slammed behind me with more force than I intended.
My mind kept replaying the image of Myra's blood-soaked form, her skin unnaturally pale against the dark stretcher.
A knock interrupted my thoughts.
"Enter," I commanded, forcing my voice to remain steady.
Reid stepped in, his face grim as he took in my tense posture.
"The warriors are being treated," he reported. "Karl and Talon suffered minor injuries. The women are fine, except..."
I already knew what he was going to say.
"Except Myra," Reid confirmed. "She's still unconscious."
I turned to look out the window, not wanting Reid to see whatever expression might be crossing my face. "What did the healer say?”
"She
