FINNIAN

I waited for Marie, fuming with anger. I wasn’t going to leave until the doctor arrived and checked on her. I needed to see the doctor treating her with my eyes before I left.

Soon, the bald-headed doctor of the pack walked in, bowing deeply. “Here I am, Prince Finnian.”

I pointed at Isolde lying weakly on the bed. “Take care of her and report anything wrong with her directly to me,” I said, my voice sharp and firm.

The doctor trembled slightly and bowed again. “I ...