Seth was staring, dumbfounded at Nedra and the small boy she had just introduced as their son when August fell.
"Luna?" Sage whirled around, rushing to where she was bracing herself on the floor as if she were injured. Nedra and Seth followed, Nedra squatting down next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. August winced when she did, tears spilling from her eyes but she made no sound.
"Is it the baby?" Nedra asked gently, removing her hand.
"It is Alpha," Sage said, lifting his eyes to his mother's. "Something is wrong with Alpha."
"I have to get to him," August managed through clenched teeth, her eyes squeezed shut against the pain she felt as if it were her own. He was badly injured. "I have to get to Graeme. I can heal him."
"You cannot leave," Nedra objected, glancing up at Seth who shook his head. Zagan had not given the okay for August to be freed with the rest.
"You, her, and the Winter are supposed to stay," he said.
