The words had barely finished from his lips when a soft thud made him stop. Nadia had collapsed to the floor, her body convulsing slightly.
The anger drained from Cyrus’s face, replaced by concern. Without a moment’s hesitation, he scooped Nadia into his arms, cradling her unconscious form against his chest.
“I need to take her to the pack clinic,” he said, his voice tight with worry. “We’ll discuss this later, Elara".
Before I could respond, Cyrus was already moving, practically running with Nadia like she weighed nothing down the hallway and once again, I was left standing alone…
