Camila’s POV
Eleanor stood as I walked over and pulled the door open.
The sentinel standing there looked scared, his breath wavering, his chest rising and falling wildly. His uniform was slightly ripped, his hands shivering at his sides.
His uneasiness sent chills down my spine.
"Alpha Xander—he was attacked in the woods," he let out a breath, his voice laced with urgency. "His body is in the infirmary. The healers are attending to him."
A sharp chill ran through me. My heart pounded against my ribcage as I turned to Eleanor. Her expression remained blank, her posture poised and composed, but I could sense the tension crawling off her in waves.
She moved briskly past me, her long gown sweeping across the tiled floor, and I followed immediately. My steps faltered as so many thoughts
