The enchantment settled with a faint hum, locking them in a magical cocoon of safety and silence, masking their scent and shielding them from scrying eyes and ears.
"There," he said with a satisfied grunt. "Shielded. Hidden. Even the Moon herself would squint to find you now."
Luna barely acknowledged him. She was too busy lowering Damien's limp form more gently onto the worn couch, brushing sweat-matted curls off his pale forehead. He wasn't moving and her heart was galloping so fast it made her vision blur.
Morvakar dusted off his hands. "What happened?" he asked, now more serious.
"My people were attacked by vampires," Luna said quickly. "My father is dead. Alpha Kyllian is king now and he blames Damien." She inhaled, sharply. "He wounded him. Badly. Damien lost consciousness on our way here. Please, Morvakar. Help him."
The sorcerer stared down at the vampire prince for a long moment. "The things we do for love," he murmured.
