DAMION’S POV
The healers rushed forward the moment I kicked open the doors to Griselda’s chamber. My arms clutched Aurora tightly against me, her trembling body far too fragile, too breakable. The sight of her silver hair matted with blood, her clothes torn and clinging to her trembling frame—it lit a fire in me so fierce, I feared it might burn the entire world down.
“Clear the tables!” I barked.
The maids scrambled out of the way, their hands shaking as they stripped a wooden bed bare. I lowered Aurora onto it, her hand clinging desperately to my wrist as though I was the only tether she had left in this world.
“I won’t leave you,” I whispered, crouching beside her. My wolf snarled inside me, demanding vengeance, demanding blood.
Griselda hovered near, her face pale as she placed he
