Rex’s POV
I stood frozen, my gaze locked on Robin while the healers worked. They moved in and out of the hut endlessly, carrying herbs and bowls of steaming liquid, but none of it stopped the blood.
Julian knelt beside the bed, refusing to let go of Robin’s hand. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but his grip was unyielding. Zane stood silently in a corner, though I didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered on Rose, who had dozed off in the chair behind me. We were all worn down to the bone. Outside, I could hear murmurs and footsteps, but no one dared to enter.
“What’s going on?” My voice was sharp, the kind of sharpness that came from panic and lack of sleep.
Silence.
I repeated it louder, my control slipping. “I said, what is going on?”
This time, they all turned to me. Their eyes
