Kael’s POV
“Why isn’t she healing?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.
Kiara didn’t look up from where her hands hovered over Ayla’s chest, sweat beaded at her temples.
“She’s blocking me,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’m trying here Kael.”
“Then try harder!”
Her head snapped up, eyes blazing. “Whatever is happening to her isn’t normal. She’s draining my power more than it should”
My jaw tightened, a pang of worry I couldn’t admit to twisted my chest.
“Your wife will be fine,” Kiara added after a moment, “But hovering like this isn’t helping. Leave so I can concentrate.”
“She’s not my wife,” I muttered, already turning towards the door. “Not yet.”
The door shut behind me but the tension didn’t ease.
Something about this attack didn’t sit right with me. Wolves wi
