"Caleb!"
I was running before I knew I'd moved, leaving Mira and Finn behind, crashing through the undergrowth toward the spot where he'd fallen. The world narrowed to a single point—his body, crumpled on the forest floor, so still, so terrifyingly still.
I dropped to my knees beside him, my hands already reaching, searching. Blood—so much blood. It soaked through his shirt, dark and warm, spreading in a terrible stain across his chest. His face was pale, too pale, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow and rapid.
"No, no, no." The words were a prayer, a plea, a desperate incantation. "Caleb, wake up. Please wake up."
He didn't respond.
Behind me, I heard Finn's voice, urgent and frightened. "Luna, we need to move. They might follow—"
"I can't move him like this." My hands pressed ag
