*Xamara*

Ian’s silver wolf lies in my lap on the cold dungeon floor, completely still. My stomach churns as I stare at him helplessly. I have to do something. I have to get help.

I reach for Julian through the mind-link, my thoughts a raw and ragged blur. “Julian, Ian’s hurt! He’s been hit by Selvara’s spell. He’s not moving, and I think he’s gone. I need help. Please, send Willow back. I can’t handle this alone!”

Julian replies almost immediately. “I’m sending Willow. Xamara, you need to take Ian to Apothecary Hollow right now. Tell the guards to carry him there. Helena will do everything she can.”

I swallow...