Olivia's POV
The moment I reached the door, I didn't stop to think.
I burst into the room.
The healers turned sharply, startled by the sudden crash of the door. Lennox lay still on the bed, his chest unmoving, his skin pale as marble.
"Move!" I yelled, stumbling forward. "Get away from him!"
"Lady Olivia," one of the healers began, but I shoved past him, falling to my knees beside Lennox. My hands trembled as I pressed them to his chest. His skin was ice-cold. Too cold.
"Lennox," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Please. Please come back to me."
Light flared from my palms. The air thickened with power. My wolf howled inside me, pushing everything I had toward him.
"Olivia, stop!" one of the healers shouted. "You're draining yourself! Your magic isn't—"
"I don't care!" I screamed, tears falling down my face. "He's my mate!"
