Claimed by the cursed Lycan king
Fear floods her face the moment she sees the color.
“Help!” she starts to shout, voice cracking. “Someone help me!”
The warriors, Mona, Gloria, and Garett rush over, forming a tight circle around us. I soften my expression instantly, tilting my head with practiced concern.
“Nala?” I ask gently, as if I have no idea what’s wrong. “What’s the matter? Are you hurt?”
She opens her mouth to speak, eyes wide with terror and fury, but no words come out. Her body goes limp. She passes out cold right there in the dirt.