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~Damon's POV
I pushed open the heavy door of the palace clinic, my boots echoing sharply against the floor. The sharp scent of herbs and dried blood hit my nose instantly. Rowan was lying on one of the beds, pale, his face twisted in pain. Kael was beside him, his chest rising and falling slowly, still unconscious from the sedatives the healer had given him.
My chest tightened. Seeing them like that, my brothers, my blood, it cut deep.
"Take them to their chambers," I ordered the guards beside me, my tone sharp and low. "Let the healer attend to them there. They don't belong in this damn place, and make sure this doesn't get out!"
"Yes, Alpha," one of them replied quickly.
They lifted Rowan carefully, while another two carried Kael. I followed behind, my mind heavy with worry and anger.
Once inside their chamber, I turned to the healer. "Do what you can," I said. "Use whatever herbs are needed. I want their pain gone."
The healer bowed. "Yes, Alpha."
