“Forget the ceremony.” I kept one arm around Lilith’s waist and pulled her to her feet. “We need to get you to a doctor.”
“Ella, no.” Lilith gripped my arm. “This is Alexander’s coronation. You cannot miss this.”
“I can and I will if it means making sure you’re okay.” The cut on her temple was still bleeding, and I was pretty sure she’d twisted her ankle when she fell. “You’re more important than any ceremony.”
“Sweetheart, please—”
“What’s all this commotion?”
I looked up to see two people approaching us—a distinguished-looking older man and an elegant woman with perfectly styled gray hair. I recognized them immediately: Sophia’s parents.
What the hell were they doing here?
“Alpha John, Luna Helen,” the security guard said, bowing at the waist and gesturing to
