Cyrus sat in the chair beside his grandfather's bed, his expression neutral. Still, his eyes were brewing a storm that was hard to contain as he looked at the steady monitor that displayed his grandfather's heartbeat, which had gone erratic earlier.
"I don't know what triggered him, sir. The doctors are rerunning tests," the doctor said.
Cyrus nodded before standing from the chair.
"What about Amelia?" He asked.
The doctor cleared his throat.
"Her wounds have been treated, and she is healing at a steady rate. She should be able to participate in the next round of queen trials," the doctor said.
Cyrus's wolf growled when he heard those words.
Calm down, Sylas. I'll look into this matter, and whoever dared to attack my wife from behind, rendering her unconscious in those chambers, will pay with their life. Cyrus said.
He nodded at the doctor and walked into the adjacent room, where Amelia lay on the bed.
