Chapter 168: Urgent matter
[ Blackmoon pack - Lyla/ Kieran’s chamber ]
Healers darted across corridors with rolled linen, steaming poultices, and glistening vials clutched in trembling fingers.
They moved with purpose but they also looked scared. There were a few witches murmuring some incantations.Others just looked on...some with dread...some with anticipation.
Inside Kieran’s room, which he had long since discarded,there was chaos of a different kind.
He hadn’t been to that room since Autumn left. He slept in his office or the pack dorm often. So the place had basically been handed over to Lyla and her father
Roanoke sat hunched over Lyla’s shaking frame. The girl’s body jerked with every spasm, her chest rising and falling in panicked gasps, and her pale lips were stained with the yellowed bile of repeated vomiting. Her nails dug into the bed sheets, eyes wide and wet, blinking rapidly like they were searching for a way out of her own skin.
"Breathe, Lyla... come on," Roanoke whispered in aggression, wiping her sweat slicked forehead with his sleeve.
But she wasn’t breathing right...at least not in any way that brought peace. Every inhale dragged a gag behind it, every exhale trembled like it carried too much pain. Lyla gagged again and turned to heave over the side of the bed, but there was nothing left in her stomach to give.
The door burst open.
A young healer with panic in her eyes rushed in and fumbled a small corked vial into Roanoke’s hand. "Here! The root balm! It might ease the internal resistance."
Roanoke looked at the thick, syrupy liquid in the vial. It stank like crushed garlic and raw blood. Lyla sniffed and immediately turned her head, groaning.
"No... no more... it hurts..."