Chapter118: The Strange Birds

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV  The thunderous crash of the doors jolted our meeting into chaos, the royal guard's intrusion cutting through the air like a knife. Our eyes locked upon the agitated messenger, his breaths coming in heavy pants that mirrored the urgency in his stance. I felt Jason's hand tighten around mine beneath the table, an unspoken promise that whatever loomed on the horizon, we would face it together. "Your Majesties, Elder Matthias, Alpha Biansky," the guard addressed us with a bow, his voice strained under the weight of his news. "You must come quickly." We rose as one entity, my husband and I leading the way, our footsteps resounding through the ancient hall with a purpose that echoed the pounding of my heart. Jason's gaze met mine, a silent conversation passing between us; there was no need for words to communicate our shared resolve. His blue eyes, usually a calm sea, now reflected the brewing storm within him. Alpha Biansky followed closely, his every step deliberate a