Damien stood beside the bed, his chest rising and falling sharply as he watched the healer work on Sofia. The air in the room was heavy, thick with the metallic scent of blood mixed with the sharp sting of medicinal herbs.
"What is happening?" he demanded, his voice rough, trembling with impatience and fear he could no longer hide.
"Her heartbeat is slow, Alpha," the healer murmured, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. "The problem is her spirit. She is fighting the healing. It is as if she is holding the door shut from the inside. I have never seen a human with such a strong will to die."
