Yuri’s POV
Abigail was in really bad shape, struggling to move her severely wounded body.
“Oh my God,” Emily gasped, rushing to her side and immediately beginning to heal her.
“We need to get her somewhere warm—now,” she urged, her voice tight with urgency. The glow of her magic flickered and faded as she finished her initial healing attempt.
Alpha Silas didn’t hesitate. He scooped Abigail into his arms while Emily chanted a teleportation spell. In an instant, we landed in
Drake’s mansion. Without missing a beat, Drake used magic to turn on the heater while Silas gently laid Abigail on the bed.
“Men, out. Now,” Emily commanded.
Without argument, we stepped out and shut the door behind us.
“Get me scissors,” she called. I rushed to comply, handing them over as Emily cut through Abi
