Charlene
"Draven…" I approached him and gently took his hand, rubbing it soothingly. "Everything is going to be alright." I embraced him tightly.
"Charlene," he whispered, enfolding his arms around my waist. "You're alive." His voice carried a hint of relief and distress. "I can't see you, Charlene. I can't and…"
"I understand," I interrupted him, preventing him from finishing his sentence. "Everything will be fine," I assured him, gently rubbing his back. "The children are with Tristan in Wind City and…" His body suddenly convulsed within my arms, and a scream escaped my lips as he broke free and began thrashing on the ground.
Turning to Daphne and Aria, I saw their shocked expressions. It was clear they hadn't anticipated Draven's reaction. "What's happening to him?" I cried out, attempting to touch him, but Daphne slapped my hand away. "Why won't you let me touch him?" Frustration and doubt crept into my words. "He's my mate and…"
