***Istoviir’s POV***
I rushed Wolf to the devan in the sitting room, and put a pillow under her head. Her skin was ice cold, and she began to shiver. “What has happened, witch?” I demanded of Ivalette. She sprang lightly into the room and her candor caught everyone off guard. Her harsh words sounded foreign from such a happy smiling mouth, and her springing demeanor almost infuriated me.
“She was attacked by eight highwaymen. They killed the baby. She has an infection in her blood and is going to die, but she insisted that I bring her here.” she smiled. “I found her hours later, surrounded by their mangled bodies, unconscious from blood loss.”
I became enraged at the thought of her being attacked. Her breathing began to slow, and suddenly Ouxuia pushed me out of the way, “Everyone out.”
