News of Queen Vamara’s attack spread throughout the castle, sparking an uproar.
Celeste had been stabbed by a cloaked assailant while protecting the queen, and guards now swept the palace in search of the attacker.
Syzar’s rage did not ease. His body was locked in possessive, protective mode as he held Celeste tightly until Muriel arrived.
Her blood loss was rapid, her skin pale as snow, the dark stain spreading across her dress and skin.
Syzar’s hands remained wrapped around her, his eyes a blazing crimson, a growl on his lips warning any male to stay away.
His demeanor startled the guards, who bowed low as Muriel hurried in.
The young healer’s eyes widened at the scene. She quickly knelt beside Celeste and began working, the alpha holding his breath as she assessed the damage.
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