Apollo
“Alpha—medical wing. Now.”
Cyrus’s voice slammed into my skull like a war horn. No context. No explanation.
Just urgency.
And fear.
I didn’t need to ask.
I was already running.
Stone blurred beneath my feet. The walls vibrated with every footfall. Servants ducked aside. Doors flew open. My dragon stirred under my skin, wild and snapping.
Something had happened to her.
Charlie.
I knew it before the word even fully formed in my mind. The moment that call reached me, my heart recognized the pain in the air. Her pain.
I tore through the corridor and hit the medical wing like a storm breaking against the mountain. The doors slammed back on their hinges, and I froze mid-step.
Because there she was.
Laid out on the healer’s table. Barely covered. Still. Pale.
Bruised.
Her li
