Theo’s POV
The inside of the large medical tent was suffocating, all l could smell of blood and my fear.
Outside the wolves were sitting by their campfires, their heads down, praying to the Moon Goddess.
We won the battle against Tyson’s rogues, but inside this tent, we were losing the most important war of all.
I stood near the edge of the tent, my hands tightly clenched into fists. My shirt was covered in blood and I couldn't move as my eyes were fixed completely on Prince Noah’s pale face.
He was lying flat on his back, his upper body bare. The stab wound right over his heart was packed with green silver-leaf herbs and wrapped in tight white cloth, but the blood was still flowing through the fabric, staining the sheets.
His skin was bluish and his lips were blackish and he wasn't
