Lyra POV

Lyra waits until they're all beside their designated limb and then looks at her mother.

"Will we bring him ourselves?" She murmurs, and Marie nods, a scowl plastered on her face.

"We need a guide to the hospital," Marie snarls, and a younger Council member steps forward, his hands clasped and his face screwed up nervously.

"I'm sorry, Alpha Wilcott, you can't leave the arena," he whispers, his face pale.

Lyra grimaces, and Alpha Katya steps forward.

"We'll go. Keep your Beta here," she roughly mutters, resting a hand on Avery's shoulder.

"Are you sure?" Lyra whispers to her, and the older Alpha nods.

"Go ahead, we've got...