(Reina’s POV)
The palace was silent. Too silent.
The scent of blood and burning shadows still clung to the air, but all I could focus on was the man lying unconscious in my arms.
Kyle.
His golden eyes, usually burning with strength and dominance, were shut. His body, always full of power, now lay limp against me. The wound on his back was sealed with my magic, but the damage had already been done.
The Dark Council’s blade wasn’t just steel it had been forged with blood magic, a poison meant to kill even the strongest alphas.
I clutched his face, my hands shaking. "Kyle, please stay with me."
His breathing was shallow, his skin growing cold.
I wouldn't let this happen. I couldn’t.
"Get the healers!" I ordered, my voice sharp with urgency.
Warriors rushed into action, carrying Kyle
