A breathless silence followed.
Member One was the first to recover, slamming a palm down on the table. "So what now? We have to accept a hybrid heir? Unacceptable! This goes against the entire foundation of our order. We are meant to protect our existence, not endanger it!"
"It's a true blood," Veyron said. "I cannot give you details. But I have examined the child myself."
Veyron leaned forward. "And we have to protect her. And the child. That said, the king has tasked me with finding a doctor familiar with werewolf biology. Someone trusted. Someone loyal. I need someone who would lay down their life protecting the royal heir, no matter what."
"Is the prince still dying?" the woman asked.
"I'm afraid so," he finally said.
*****
Morvakar knelt between rows of plants.
He paused, tilting his head. A scent curled toward him through the breeze.
A rustle, a few awkward footfalls, and then a voice: "Excuse me? Excuse me?"
