Betty's POV. 

Alpha Damien had been carried straight to his chamber the moment he collapsed. 

I remembered the way his body felt in my arms. 

The High Priestess had appeared almost instantly, her face pale with horror as she felt the remnants of my uncontrolled magic crackling faintly around him.

For days, she tried everything—herbs, runes, incantations, blood seals, breath-binding spells. 

I watched her work until her hands shook with exhaustion and the candles around the chamber ...