FINNIAN
“She’s…”
“She’s bleeding.”
Daze’s voice cracked, heavy with something unspoken. Rowan and I turned toward him at once, our eyes colliding in a brief, tense silence.
“What?!” Rowan’s voice thundered, shaking the hall, though the walls of the palace held steady. His tone was enough to make every wolf nearby bow their head lower, spines stiff with fear.
“What happened to her?!” His words tore through the air, sharp, and commanding.
Daze faltered, his head lowering. “We don’t… we don’t really know, Your Highness. We just found her... bleeding from her nose.”
My chest tightened.
“Prince!” I tried to move, but my steps faltered, my knees weak. Daze caught me before I stumbled again, his hand steadying me. But then I felt it... warm liquid slipping down from my nose. Blood. My blo
