Kaelen's POV
The healer quarters doors exploded inward with such force the metal hinges shrieked in protest. I couldn't care less if they shattered completely.
"Celeste! Silas!" The words ripped from my throat, hoarse and frantic. "Help her now."
Celeste's head snapped up from her medicinal preparations. Her expression shifted to shock as she took in the sight of Lyra limp in my arms. Blood still seeped between her pale fingers where they pressed against her throat. Her head hung against my shoulder like a broken doll.
To her credit, Celeste moved without hesitation.
"Get me a gurney!" she barked at the omega assistants clustered near the supply cabinets. "Move!"
They scattered like startled birds. Within seconds, a medical cot rolled into position and I placed Lyra onto the clean white sheets. Her hand slipped away from her neck, revealing the jagged gash that made my stomach clench. The wound gaped red and vicious, blood still trickling from its edges.
