FINNIAN

“She’s…”

“She’s bleeding.”

Daze’s voice cracked, heavy with something unspoken. Rowan and I turned toward him at once, our eyes colliding in a brief, tense silence.

“What?!” Rowan’s voice thundered, shaking the hall, though the walls of the palace held steady. His tone was enough to make every wolf nearby bow their head lower, spines stiff with fear.

“What happened to her?!” His words tore through the air, sharp, and commanding.

Daze faltered, his head ...