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~Lisa's POV
I helped Damon drag Rowan and Kael inside. Their bodies were cold and heavy, blood staining their clothes and hands. My heart raced so hard it hurt. Damon's face was pale, jaw tight with worry as we laid them both on the floor of the healer's room.
"Help them!" I cried out. "Please, they've lost too much blood!"
The healer rushed in, kneeling beside them. His hands moved fast, checking their pulse, their wounds, the color of their veins. After a long, tense silence, he looked up at us with a grim face.
"The daggers…" he muttered, eyes wide. "They were laced with wolfsbane."
Damon froze. "What?"
"I've tried everything I can," the healer said quietly. "But the poison is deep. It's not just in their blood; it's binding to their souls. Waking up is now up to them."
I felt my chest tighten. "You mean… You can't save them?"
He looked down, ashamed. "I'm sorry, Lady Lisa."
Something in me snapped. I turned on Damon, the room, on everything.
