king jason pov
Anger consumed me. I tore through every rogue wolf that crossed my path, my rage giving me strength. With Streagha dead, their leader gone, the rogues began to retreat, fear replacing their earlier aggression.
"Make sure none of them escape!" I roared, my voice carrying through the chaos. My warriors responded, chasing down the fleeing rogues with relentless fury.
I turned back to Norella, lying lifeless on the ground. Blood soaked her chest, her stillness a dagger to my heart. Her face, usually so full of life, was now eerily pale. Gently, I lifted her in my arms, feeling the faint pulse of her heartbeat against my own chest. I headed upstairs, my mind racing with dread, Madame Maggie and the maids trailing closely. Each step felt like an eternity, the weight of my fear
