DRAVEN'S POV.
She didn’t follow, but I could feel her eyes boring into my back as I left with the gaurd. The hallway seemed longer than usual, my steps becoming heavier and heavier with each movement. Each step was an effort as I fought to maintain control over my failing limbs. The poison felt like it was trying to drag me down, but I refused to let it. I would not go down weak. I would fight it till my death if I had to.
When I reached the sitting room, Theron was seated along with a man I assumed to be Nessa’s mate. Chris, as the pack guard mentioned earlier, was his name. Their eyes lifted as I entered, and they both rose, bowing their heads in respect. Their faces were full of worry, their expressions enough to tell me that all wasn't well.
“Alpha Draven,” the man I now knew as Chr
