Aerila's POV

My eyes darted from the wall clock to the door as I paced back and forth in my chamber. It had been thirty minutes since Nyxion stormed out of my room like he was being chased by a ghost.

"Why is Magnus not here yet?" I bit my nails as I stared at the door. The guards had refused to let me out because of Nyxion's order, and I had sent Magnus to find out what was happening.

"Lady Aerila, your injury needs treatment," one of my maids said softly. "Alpha Nyxion will not be ...