Drake's POV
It has been three freaking days since Queen fell into this deep, impenetrable sleep. Dracon and I are seriously worried at this point. The silence in the Obsidian Throne is no longer peaceful; it’s heavy, like a shroud. We have called and summoned several doctors and a dozen witches, men and women who claim to know the secrets of the soul, but they all kept saying the same thing: "There's nothing wrong with her."
Both Dracon and I are currently sitting beside her, our eyes burning from lack of rest. My brother and I have neither had a bath nor eaten for the past three days. It's really heartbreaking to finally find our mate only for her to be trapped in this dream state for so long, a place where we cannot reach her, where we cannot protect her. But somehow, my wolf is not a
