Alpha Axel and Alpha Damien arrived at the palace, their faces grim with the weight of the battle they had just fought.
As they entered the grand halls, they were met with the sight of wounded soldiers being rushed to the royal infirmary.
The doctor emerged from the infirmary, his expression somber as he approached the Alphas.
"I'm sorry, Alpha Axel, Alpha Damien," he said, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Brandon didn't make it. He died from his injuries."
The news hit the Alphas hard, but they knew they had to stay strong for their pack. They nodded in acknowledgment before turning their attention to Daniel, who lay unconscious on a stretcher.
As Daniel was taken into the infirmary, Alpha Damien couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had promised to protect his pack, but he had failed to save Brandon. The weight of his failure weighed heavily on his shoulders as he followed Daniel into the infirmary.
Inside, the doctor worked tirelessly to save Daniel's life. But as the hours pas
