KYRAN
My chest tightened.
I shoved him aside and barged into the room only to see her lying unconscious. Zion groaned beneath my skin, panicked. No wonder he felt the pain.
“The doctor is on their way,” Sean said.
Her hand was frail, cold, and still. I clutched it between both of mine, but her skin felt like parchment that might crumble if I gripped too tightly. Beneath the surface, the poison was slowly eating her. I could see the violet tracery of her veins darkening against her pallor, marking the path of the toxin as it slowed her pulse. Zion felt the silence of her wolf. She wasn't moving or responding to her mate.
My heart thrashed, a panicked bird trapped behind my ribs, desperate to find a rhythm that could somehow jumpstart hers. Every shallow breath she took felt like a coun
