“She's getting worse," the healer whispered, pulling his hands away from Fiona's abdomen. “The toxins are spreading. Her kidneys are failing."
Dylan's fists clenched. “Then fix it."
“We can't. Not without a transplant. She has months—at most."
Fiona let out a weak cough, her face pale against the infirmary linens.
“I'll find a donor," Dylan said.
“You'll need one who's compatible… and strong enough to survive the operation."
Dylan didn't hesitate. “Test everyone."
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Sophie heard the commotion from across the courtyard.
She rushed toward the infirmary, only to be stopped at the door by two guards.
“I'm his wife," she said, voice sharp.
“Alpha's orders," one replied. “No entry."
She peered through the narrow window.
Inside, Dylan cradled Fiona in his arms, whispering frantical
