Kestrel's POV
I'm getting madder at each second, Looking at Zeph right now, one powerful alpha who would do anything to save me is lying helplessly and restlessly on my lap, filled with blood, it makes something inside me crack wide open. I'm getting angry and I'm going madder with every breath he struggles to take.
I know that whoever poisoned this drink, the drink may either be for me or Zeph, and there has to be a cure. There has to be. Someone wouldn't poison him without having an antidote somewhere, right? That's how these things work but I don't know what to do. My hands are shaking so badly I can barely hold my phone.
"Zeph, stay with me," I beg, pressing my hand to his face. He's burning up, his skin hot to the touch. "Please, baby, stay with me."
He doesn't respond as his eyes
