Chapter 187: Shielding the Bloodline

Kendalf knelt beside Raven, his eyes focused with a serene intensity, his presence commanding in its quiet strength. Every movement was deliberate, each touch tender as his fingers hovered over the still figure of the woman who lay unconscious before him. Caitlin watched, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her shoulders. Kendalf, for all his reserved demeanor, always appeared as though he was controlling the tides of emotion and chaos around him, never letting anything slip through his grasp. His voice, soft and measured, broke through her thoughts. "Have you attended to Caitlin's injuries?" he asked, though his eyes never left Raven. The inquiry startled Caitlin, mostly because Kendalf wasn’t addressing her but Zendedari, as if she weren’t standing there. Zendedari responded, his voice thick with assurance, "The wounds are closing." Caitlin's thoughts were a tangled web, and her gaze flitted between the men surrounding her. Then, without warning, Randolf had pull