KILLIAN’S POV.
We reached Meadow’s room in seconds.
The moment I opened the door, I found Meadow on the floor, completely still.
My eyes widened slightly.
“Meadow,” I called sharply.
There was no response.
Oliver moved in behind me, and Mira stood frozen near the doorway, shaking like she did not know whether to run or breathe.
I dropped to my knees beside her and gently turned her face toward me.
“Meadow,” I called again, softer this time.
Still nothing.
Her skin was warm. Too warm.
My brow furrowed immediately as I placed my hand against her forehead.
“She’s burning up,” I muttered.
Oliver stepped closer. “Is she conscious?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Mira,” I called without looking away from Meadow. “Water. Now.”
“Yes, Alpha,” she gasped and ran out immediately.
I kept my
