(Author's POV)
"Young Alphas, you are here. Something terrible has happened. His Majesty's grandson~ … h~e … he has passed away," the commando conveyed, his voice nervous and strained.
Alaric's brows furrowed in confusion, but Dion caught onto his words immediately. He repeated, flabbergasted, "WHAT? Fa~bian Stephens died? When~ … when did it happen?"
"Half an hour ago, Healer Hector declared. Because of that, His Majesty's health has flared up once again. It is chaos inside," he said, rushing inside.
"Fabian is Jacob's grandson? Since when did you know about it?" Alaric questioned, while they made their way inside, his tone full of disbelief.
"I wasn't sure, just had an inkling. That guy's words confirmed it for me. Now, let's hurry up and see what in the hell happened while we were away," Dion spoke as they both made a run for it, their expressions tensed.
