Noah.
The heavy silence in the corridor settled like lead over my chest, squeezing every last drop of air from my lungs.
The healer's horrifying words kept playing on an endless loop in my mind, drowning out the loud, rhythmic thud of patrolling guards marching past the far end of the hallway.
'Lady Maria is currently in a coma... She needs to complete her mate bond.'
My hands shook uncontrollably as I stared at the closed wooden door of Damien's room. Panic, cold and utterly suffocating, gripped my soul.
If Damien sank his fangs into her neck while she was helpless and unconscious, it would seal everything. The bond would be completed, and she would be bound to those four violent Alphas forever.
I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't just stand here, bleeding and battered, waiting for them to steal my bride away right under my nose.
I needed to move and I needed a plan.
