SELENEA’S POV
Dust clouded the air as I dropped to my knees beside Lukas as his body collapsed on the training ground, his dark hair soaked with sweat, his skin pale as ash, his chest barely rose. My hands grabbed his shoulders, my leathers strained against my skin, and I screamed his name, my voice raw. Tears flooded my cheeks, my throat burned, and I shook him, desperate for his eyes to flutter open. Callan knelt beside me, his shirt hung loose, his hands pressed against Lukas’s chest, and he shouted, his voice cracked with panic. “Come on, man, wake up!” Lukas didn’t move, his body felt heavy, and my sobs echoed, my fingers clutched his arms, my pulse thundered, terrified I’d lose the man who meant everything to me.
I screamed again, my voice rang out over the courtyard, my boots sank
