Dante's POV
Serena was dying.
That was the only thought in Dante's head as he carried her back to the pack house. Her body burned against his chest, the golden light pulsing under her skin in waves that made it hard to look at her. She was unconscious, her head lolled back, her breathing shallow and wrong.
Kael appeared beside him, his expression carved from stone.
"Get her to the medical wing," Dante said, though he was already moving that direction. "Now."
They rushed through the hallways and found their mother waiting like she'd known they were coming. Vivian took one look at Serena and her face went grave.
"Put her on the bed," Vivian ordered.
Dante laid Serena down gently, unable to stop touching her even as Vivian started examining her. The fever was extreme. Her skin was almost too hot to touch. The golden light under her surface seemed to pulse with her heartbeat.
"What's happening to her?" Kael demanded. His voice was sharp with panic, so unlike his usual control.
