His loud footsteps echoed through the empty hallways, his breath uneven and heavy as he hurried toward the room where Raniel was being kept.
When Ilyan had heard that his lover had lost consciousness, he had staggered backward, his knees almost giving out beneath him. For a moment, his mind had gone completely blank, unable to process what he had just been told.
However, he had quickly snapped out of it.
He had to find his Ren before anyone could harm him. After all, the entire Temple was against them and their relationship. What if someone had purposely caused Raniel's health to deteriorate?
Ilyan had been left guessing until he finally pushed the doors open.
The silver-haired man lay on the bed, his skin as pale as a vampire's. But certainly, Raniel wasn't one.
It was only then that another thought crossed the alpha's mind.
Raniel was human—so how was it that he hadn't aged over the years? He appeared no older than twenty-three or twenty-four.
