Eira’s POV
More than an hour had passed since the other three left home. Kael maintained his calm in front of me, but all the time I could feel his worry through the bond.
He was in constant communication with his people, getting updates about his brothers. He would look at me once in a while and offer me an assuring gaze, even when nothing was fine.
I wanted to ask him to be honest and tell me what exactly was happening, but I didn’t want to burden him with my own worry or distract him from his work. Though he wasn’t with his brothers, he was instructing his people.
I could only wait in silence and stay with Raven, taking care of him so Kael could focus on his part.
It felt like an eternity when Kael finally came to me.
"Everything... alright?" I asked, trying to sound calm, but my heart was breaking inside with the fear that something worse might happen.
"We have to go to the hospital," he explained. "They all are fine, but hurt. So they were taken to the hospital."
The rest had gone later with Lucian’s men, but Roman was already in trouble. So I couldn’t help but ask, "Roman?"
"He is hurt," he told me. "Liam is treating him."
My heart sank in my chest. I wanted to ask how serious his injuries were, where he was hurt, and so many other things... but I chose silence and stood up from my place. "Take me to the hospital."
Somewhere in my mind, I couldn’t help but blame myself for not stopping Roman when I felt something bad was going to happen. I just couldn’t understand it, but something had been trying to alert me.
We left home in the car, but unlike before, this time it wasn’t only us. A few more cars travelled before and after us with Alpha security forces.
Kael and I sat on the back passenger seat with Raven between us, while the driver, one of the security guards, drove the car.
Seeing how careful Kael was inside his own territory, I could understand the seriousness of the matter. He wasn’t worried about himself, but about me and our children.
When we reached the hospital, we went to the VIP floor meant only for Alphas. The security head updated him about the situation in the hospital as he led us.
"...Alpha Roman has just been transferred to his room. His injuries are quite serious. The others are being treated for some minor injuries," he informed.
"The warriors?" Kael asked.
"There are a few casualties. We have lost two of them. Others are being treated for serious to minor injuries," he responded.
I wished to hurry to Roman. I was relieved to hear that he was already treated and transferred to a room. That meant he would be fine. He was an Alpha. As long as he was breathing, any injury could be healed. And the others weren’t much hurt as well.
When we reached the VIP suite where Roman was resting, I entered the room the moment a guard standing outside opened the door. I didn’t care. I just wanted to see him.
I stopped only by the bedside. There, I watched him lying unconscious on the bed. His pale face showed he was gravely injured. I could see the bandages wrapped around his chest and shoulder through the slit of his hospital clothes.
My eyes turned moist. It hurt me to see him this way.
"He is alive, Caldwell."
I came back to my senses and only then realised Rafe and Lucian were already present in the room as well, sitting on the couch.
I could see the wounds on their hands and neck were treated, but they weren’t very serious. Without medicine, they would heal soon. If they weren’t healing, that meant they were caused by something dangerous, maybe silver mixed with something.
"He will wake up after some time," Lucian told me.
I hummed and sat in the chair next to the bed, not wanting to go away.


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