Kael met us at the pack house entrance and the way his expression shifted when he saw Draven—unconscious, veins black, eyes occasionally flickering red even while closed—told me this was worse than I'd thought, which was saying something because I'd thought it was already catastrophically bad.
"Medical." Just the one word but it carried Alpha King weight that made everyone move faster.
They got Draven onto a bed that had become way too familiar over the last month and healers descended with equipment I didn't understand while I just stood there useless trying to reach through the bond to where Draven was buried under layers of demon corruption.
Still there. Still fighting. But the static was getting worse and my connection to him was fraying at the edges in ways that made my chest do this thing where it forgot how to contain organs properly.
"What happened?" Kael's hand found my shoulder and I turned into him because standing upright was taking energy I didn't have.
