"Don't you dare close your eyes, Liana!" Draven's voice cracked with desperation as he pressed his hand against my side, trying to stop the bleeding. His warmth flickered like a fragile ember, threatening to be extinguished.
"I'm... still here," I gasped, but my voice was weak even to my own ears. Pain ripped through me, sharp and merciless, but I refused to let it consume me. Not now. Not when so much was at stake.
Draven’s jaw clenched as he scooped me into his arms. His strength steadied me even when the world tilted. The chaos of battle roared around us—clashing swords, savage growls, and the agonized screams of the wounded—but his focus never wavered.
"We have to move!" Kael shouted, cutting down an enemy wolf lunging toward us. His face was smeared with dirt and blood, but h
