Adrein
The suffocating silence in the room stretched until my nerves felt ready to snap. I stared down at the healer, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped beast.
"Well?" I barked, taking a sharp step forward and leaning over the old man. "Speak up! What is wrong with our sister?"
The old healer flinched, his fingers trembling as he slowly pulled his hands away from Anabel's wrist.
He swallowed hard, his throat making a dry, clicking sound as his terrified eyes darted frantically between Aidan, Davian, Adrein, and me.
"My…Alphas'...my…my Lords," the old man stammered, his voice barely above a harsh whisper. "I have checked her vitals twice to be absolutely certain." He paused. "The dizziness and the sudden fainting, the elevated pulse…"
"Spit it out already!" Davian roared from the doorway, slamming his fist against the wooden frame. "Stop beating around the bush!"
