Chapter 393. Hold on for the Pups

Adams frantic roars echoed loudly in the yard as she sagged in his arms, his wolf howling in despair and fury as her blood ran hot over his hands.

“Healer!” Adam’s roar tore through the yard again as two magick users ran from the hall they had been feasting at only minutes earlier, and dropped beside him, already pulling their knives to cut cloth away, their voices raised in indecipherable spellwork.

Their hands pressed to Ann’s wound, trying to stop the flow but her blood was steadily soaking their sleeves, and their faces were becoming paler by the second.

“She’s losing too much…”

“Save her,” Adam snarled, his voice lethal. “You’ll save her or you’ll die trying.”

They carried her into the infirmary, guards slamming the doors shut as if steel could keep death out. Adam’s wolf raged against it, wanting to tear the doors down and stay by her side but the alarm bells hammered, and the roar outside pulled him back, his wolf focusing solely on destroying th