Chapter 72 His Blood
At his command, Alaric mindlinked the other werewolf guards, who came growling and snarling minutes later. Some of the guards went out to bring all of her subordinates.
Alpha Allison’s face flushed with embarrassment. "Alpha Damon, how could you treat me in such a manner?" Her voice trembled.
Damon didn’t spare her a word. He scooped me into his arms, then walked hastily toward his room.
"Father, what is going on?" Theo rushed to Damon, walking beside him. His eyes flicked to my convulsing form in his arms. A frown formed on his face.
"Alpha Allison tried to poison me. But Ember drank it." He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Alpha Allison... how is that possible?" Theo pushed back his glasses. He was beyond stunned.
"No time for explanation. Go and get me the healer. Then summon all the elders..." he paused. "We should prepare for war." He burst the door open.
Before Theo could say anything, the door was slammed shut in his face. His brows deepened in a frown. "War?" His eyes darkened. He turned around and walked hurriedly to get the healer.
Damon gently scooped me in his arms as he sat on the chair. "Ember, say something." His voice was stern, but I knew it was all a façade. Or it could be real—he just didn’t know how to express his worry.
He cupped my face. "You knew the wine was poisoned, didn’t you? Now say something—what happened to your razor-sharp mouth?"
But my body went limp in his embrace. My stomach churned. I felt like my insides were being squeezed out. Hot blood erupted from my throat. I coughed, choking on my own blood.