"Miss Emilia! MISS EMILIA!"

Emilia was jarred awake by frantic tapping on her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked into the dim room, trying to make sense of the figure at her bedside. Madame Dolores stood there, her face drawn and pale, hands clasped tightly together.

“Miss Emilia!” Dolores whispered in panic. “It’s Alpha Raymond.

"What?" She groaned. "Who?"

"Alpha Raymond!" Madame Dolores repeated. "He’s… he’s having one of his spells again!”

Emilia’s eyes flew wide open, and her heart clenched. Immediately, she sprang from the bed. “Where is he?” she demanded, throwing on her robe.

“He’s in the foyer,” Dolores replied, already moving toward the door, her...