The convoy ground to a halt.
Everyone looked back, their expressions turning grim.
The timing of the attack was far too coincidental.
"Sir, are you all right?" Beta Morgan asked with concern.
Although they had already left the blast radius, the tremors could still cause him secondary injuries.
"Let me see..."
Aurora Sinclair had somehow darted into the vehicle and was now beside Alvin Morgan, taking his wrist.
A faint wisp of Power coursed through his damaged meridians. Alvin Morgan had suffered the most severe injuries this time; not only had he broken a rib, but his meridians were damaged yet again.
The Black Wolves had rushed him overnight to the Royal Hospital, the best in Masovia, for treatment.
The surgery alone took five to six hours.
Aurora Sinclair watched over Alvin Morgan for three days and three nights. Only when he finally woke up did she retreat, keeping her distance outside his room.
"Where's Aurora?"
