Talon had not let go of her.
Diana lay cradled against his chest, her body limp in his arms, her head tucked beneath his chin as if it belonged there. One of his hands was pressed firmly against her side, covering the worst of her wounds, while the other supported her back with careful strength—as though even the slightest wrong movement might shatter her.
Blood stained his forearms. Hers.
The scent of wolfsbane burned his lungs with every breath.
“Alpha King, this can wait.”
Enzo’s voice cut through the clearing, steady and controlled, but unmistakably urgent. He spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear, his gaze moving deliberately from the restrained rogues to the surrounding wolves—and finally settling on Talon and the unconscious woman in his arms.
“I will handle the rogues,” En
