*River*
I can’t believe that I might lose her. My heart races as I scoop Dust into my arms, her fragile body cradled against my chest. The adrenaline from the fight fades, leaving a hollow ache in its wake. The rogue is dead, but my mind races with thoughts of Dust’s injuries. I can’t lose her… not now when I have just found her, not ever.
“Stay with me, Dust,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead as I begin to sprint through the forest. The moonlight guides my way, illuminating the path ahead, but my thoughts are consumed with her. I can feel the warmth of her blood seeping through my fingers, a stark reminder of the danger she faced.
The pack is gathering at the designated meeting point… a hidden clearing framed by ancient oaks, their branches swaying gently in the night breeze
