CHAPTER 92: A NEW TOWN

As Zach spoke to Drakon, They noticed someone's footsteps coming towards them, and then they saw the guard bringing someone in tow; Drakon stood at the hideout's entrance, his eyes scanning them as they moved closer. The sound of footsteps echoed through the clearing; the men stopped in front of Drakon and Zach, with Dahlia in tow. She looked pale and weak, her steps faltering as she approached. Drakon looked at Dahlia, shocked at how weak she was "Alpha Drakon, "Dahlia called out, his voice urgent. "We need to talk." Drakon nodded, stepping aside to let them enter. The room was dimly lit; Shirley lay on a makeshift bed of furs, her breathing shallow and labored. Dahlia approached Shirley; her eyes filled with concern. She reached out, her hand trembling as she placed it on Shirley's forehead. "She's burning up," Dahlia said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I can feel it, too. The same weakness." Drakon's jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. "What's happening,