Chapter 87

Maeve’s POV

“Draven!” I shouted as he crashed to the cold, damp floor. Instantly, the hall erupted into chaos.

Everyone surged forward. I reached him first—his body was ice-cold. Mason, Galen, Marcello, and Dorian appeared in a flash, lifting him into their arms and rushing him from the hall. I followed, hurrying them to Draven’s private chamber.

They laid him gently on the bed. I turned to Galen, voice trembling. “Summon the Pack’s healer.”

“He’s already mind-linked,” Galen said, touching his temple.

Marcello spoke before I could. “Seraphine’s on her way, too.”

The door burst open. Dr. Maggie and her assistants hurried in. “What happened?” she demanded, kneeling beside Draven and studying his unresponsive body.

“Nothing—we were just talking, then he collapsed,” Dorian explained.

Maggie snapped out instruments and began examining him. I stayed rooted at the bedside. The others backed away, creating space for her team. Minutes st