(...continued)
The air in there hadn't stopped ringing from Dante's roar.
Even the shadows seemed to flinch.
Then…the door burst open again.
Boots thundered. Coats flapped. A half dozen healers stumbled in, breathless, dragging carts, trays, tubes, all rattling as they ran.
"Move!" Dante barked. "Don't just stand there…fix her!"
One of them, trembling, stepped forward. "Alpha…she's…her pulse…it's thready, her veins show signs of…"
"Poisoning! Yeah, I know! And this is the poison that was used! " Dante threw the vial at them. "Now fix her! Now! Now! "
The medic stepped back instinctively. "We…we will fix it, Alpha! We will start the antidote immediately…but a Silverhale poison,Alpha…you know…but we will start the process…"
Dante took a step closer, his aura pressing down…heavy…over everyone.
"You will do more than start it. You will save her. Because if she stops breathing, so will the rest of you. Is that clear? "
A collective shudder went through the room.
