Queen Maravelle stood silently, her eyes fixed on the healers as they worked over Selene.
Feral bites were treacherous things, slow to heal, stubborn even against Lycan strength. Sometimes, they were fatal if not treated.
The door burst open.
One of her personal guards stumbled in, looking confused and dizzy.
"Your Highness," he gasped.
Queen Maravelle turned quickly to face him. "What is it? Is the king alright?"
The guard shook his head. "He's fine, my Queen… but there is a white wolf outside. It's fighting the feral wolves."
The Queen froze. Even the healers stopped working.
"A white wolf?" she asked quietly. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, my Queen. I saw it myself."
"No one has seen a white wolf in hundreds of years. Where did it come from?"
"They say it's Lady Lara, Your Highness."
Queen Maravelle turned completely pale, all the color draining from her face. "What… what did you say?"
"The white wolf," the guard repeated. "It's Lady Lara."
