My heart raced with urgency as I hurried through the winding corridors of our pack's stronghold. Desperation etched lines of worry onto my face, my mind consumed by the dire situation that threatened Dahlia's life.
"Harry!" I called out, my voice echoing off the walls. "I need to speak to you."
Without hesitation, I burst into the secluded room where we kept him, my eyes immediately seeking his face, hoping to find a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.
"Kael," he said, his brow furrowed with concern. "What is it?"
"Harry," my voice trembled with urgency as I spoke, my words rushing out in a fervent plea, "Dahlia has been poisoned. We need your help. She mentioned about an alternative antidote that can save her."
"She’s right. I know another way. It is a risky procedure,"
