Tobias staggered over, his face etched with worry.
“Luna, she needs medical attention now. The rogues scattered as soon as they realized reinforcements were coming. They knew exactly what they were doing.”
I nodded, brushing the tears from my eyes.
“Get her to the pack’s infirmary immediately. I’ll handle things here.”
As Tobias carefully lifted Lyra, I turned my attention to the fallen rogues. Something about them seemed... off. Their eyes held an unnatural glint, and a strange scent lingered around them—a scent that was disturbingly familiar.
My gut churned with suspicion. This was no ordinary rogue attack. Someone had orchestrated this, and before I could even ponder on that thought, my gaze zeroed at one of the guards.
"Where on earth is Aiden? Was he injured, too?"
It was Tobias who answered. "I will explain later, Luna. For now, we need to get the princess to safety."
I nodded, despite the heavy shaking that I was feeling.
Back at the pack’s infirmary, the air was thick with tension and the sharp scent of antiseptic. Healers bustled around, tending to the wounded, but my focus was solely on Lyra. She lay on a cot, her face pale and motionless, surrounded by concerned pack members.