~ ROWAN
I shook the image of Marlene bleeding out on the floor while Evelyn stood over her, screaming for someone to do something from my mind.
She was a lycan, she should have begun healing, but for whatever reason, her skin would not knit. The wounds remained open, blood pouring onto their cream carpet, staining it a deep shade of red.
Of everything that happened in the past five minutes, that was the most concerning.
"Your Majesty!" Jeremiah exclaimed once I arrived at the border.
His expression was carefully impassive but there was something behind his eyes—an unease that made my skin crawl.
"What is it?" I asked but he merely shook his head.
"You need to see it for yourself."
