~SYLION'S POV~
A sudden scream cut through the corridors and my blood went cold.
"Elowen?"
I didn't think as I moved... feet pounding against marble, the guards scrambling to follow. My wolf roared inside me, restless, frantic.
Each second stretched like hours, her voice still echoed in my ears, a sound I never wanted to hear again.
When I burst into my chambers, the sight before me ripped through my chest.
Elowen was crumpled on the floor, white dress soaked scarlet at the hem. Blood, too much blood. Her hands trembled as she pressed them to her stomach, her face pale as death.
"No…" The word tore out of me. I dropped to her side, pulling her into my arms, my heart clawing out of my chest. "Elowen, look at me... breathe, stay with me."
Her eyes fluttered open, wide with terror. "Sylion…"
"I'm here," I whispered fiercely, my hand brushing strands of hair from her sweat-damp face. "You're safe. Nothing will happen to you."
