THE LYCAN KING'S HIDDEN PRINCESS

"Valerian!" A voice called out from outside, and without hesitation, my legs propelled me towards the door. My body knew the voice before my mind could fully register it. I flung the door open, tears welling up as I saw who was there – Queen Lyla. Bethany gasped behind me. I embraced her tightly, scanning the area for any signs of danger before hurrying her inside. "Put me down, Valerian, time is short," she urged, struggling to free herself. Reluctantly, I set her on the ground, noting the disarray she was in. Her usually impeccable hair resembled a tangled bird's nest, with twigs and leaves entangled within the knots. Her pristine white sleeping robe was stained and bloody from the waist down, giving her an appearance of utter chaos, with blankets wrapped haphazardly around her upper body. "Your Majesty, what has transpired?" Beth inquired, handing me my medical kit as concern filled her voice.