Ileus leaned on the tree trunk as he watched Tania. She was in a delirious state all over again. With a deep sigh, he said, "Do you know that because she has fae blood, she is able to hold all that magic. Had she been a normal she-wolf, she would have never been able to hold it in her. The magic would have… eaten her away."
A low growl of disapproval rumbled from Eltanin and he gathered Tania closer to his body. Ileus knew that instinct. It was a wolf's primal instinct to protect his mate. "If you take her to Draka, it is quite possible that her condition worsens. There won't be anyone to take care of her, unless Kinshra goes with her or Anastasia. But I don't think that they would be of much help either. The magic has started demanding more. It needs to be released and if she doesn't release it—" he pursed his lips and lowered his head, not wanting to scare Eltanin.
