The ambiance inside the bedroom grew increasingly cold, heavy with the terrifying, static charge of a dark magic that didn't belong to the wolf kingdom. The heavy velvet curtains remained tightly drawn, keeping the vast space trapped in a freezing purple twilight.
Liam’s condition was worsening at a brutal, terrifying pace. The ten-year-old hybrid layout perfectly still on his back, his small chest heaving in short, shallow gasps that rattled wetly in his throat. The sheets beneath his small frame were completely drenched in a cold, sour sweat.
Hazel stood in the deep shadows near the four-poster bed, her tattered gray burlap dress blending into the dark fabrics. Her body was perfectly rigid, but her mind was a roaring furnace of calculated fury.
She watched as the ink-black veins bene
