"Since the moment you set foot in this den, you've turned the whole pack upside down. Take your daughter and get out of here!"
Hildegarde's forehead was split open. Blood ran down past her eye, tracing a thin red line along her cheek. Finn didn't spare her a single glance.
He only had arms for the two children in Edith's brood.
I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth ached, clutched my daughter tight, and charged toward the banquet hall, screaming at the top of my lungs:
"A healer! Is there a healer here?!"
Finn's head snapped up. He lunged to stop me.
"Narelle! Who do you think you are, making a scene in front of the pack healer?! Don't you dare!"
He clamped a hand over my mouth. His servants grabbed for Hildegarde, trying to pry her from my arms and drag her away. She was already gasping between sobs, and now their hands smothered her mouth and nose. Her face went from red to a mottled purple.
I stopped thinking. I sank my teeth into Finn's hand until I tasted blood.
Then I broke free and ran, stumbling into the banquet, locking onto that one familiar figure, and screamed:
"Xavier Dawnmere! You're a pack healer! Save my daughter!"