Chapter 328: The namesake
Lyra woke up with a start. Tears streamed down her cheeks like they wouldn’t stop any time soon. Her hands scrambled trying to reach her back where an excruciating pain ripped through her own body. Her limbs, skin, and even bones hurt. She had never before experienced something like this.
"Stop it!" She screamed at the top of her lungs sending all of her mates into alert. The one nearest to her held her tightly in his arms trying to calm her down. Demir initially thought that his mate was having a nightmare, but he soon threw that notion out of the window when he saw her eyes wide open. He could clearly see that she was conscious and something was hurting her. His hunch turned out to be true because the next moment Killian was standing right outside their sleeping quarters while he looked like he was hurting.
"Make it stop!" Lyra screamed again as she wrenched her hands away from Demir before reaching toward her back. Right on cue, Killian groaned and gasped like a gravely wounded beast and was reduced to his knees.
Demir’s instinct went haywire as soon as he saw it. He quickly turned to his mate and checked her back while ripping her dress open. His brows furrowed in confusion when he didn’t find anything that would cause her discomfort. There were no signs of any injury and nothing that could hurt her but his heart did hurt seeing his mate’s condition. She was clearly in pain but what could he do without even knowing the cause?
The only thing he could do was cover her with the hide blanket and hold her close. It was a desperate attempt to stop his mate from causing harm to herself. She was constantly trying to scratch and tear her back which had caused it to become inflamed.
Then he saw Victor enter the room crowding it.
"What happened?" Victor quickly moved towards his crying mate and sat near her. His frantic eyes roamed around her trying to find what was wrong, "Demir, why is she crying!?"
"I don’t know," Demir answered, feeling helpless. Victor was angry by what he heard, but instead of confronting the former, he decided to attend to his mate. His heart ached to see his sweet girl’s tears; he got up and fetched the pitcher by the bedside and poured water into a glass before bringing it to her.
"Here, sweet girl, drink it." he brought the glass near her lips and urged her to take a sip. Lyra was too much in pain to hear his words but she did open her mouth almost mechanically.