Queen Maravelle stood silent, her eyes fixed on the healers as they worked over Selene.
Feral bites were treacherous things, slow to heal, stubborn even against Lycan strength. Sometimes, they were fatal if not treated.
The door burst open.
Lucan, her personal guard, stumbled in looking disoriented.
"Your Highness," he gasped.
Maravelle's head snapped toward him. "What is it? Is my son alright?"
Lucan shook his head quickly. "He's fine my Queen… there is… there is a white wolf. It's fighting the ferals."
The Queen froze. For a long breath, no one moved. Even the healers paused.
"A white wolf?" she said quietly. "Are you certain?"
"Yes, my Queen. I saw it myself."
"A white wolf hasn't been seen in centuries. Where did it come from."
Lucan hesitated.
"Speak," she ordered.
He bowed his head. "It was the lady, Your Highness. The lady Lara."
