Aeron POV
Emerging from my office, my heart pounded in my chest, fueled by a storm of rage and worry I struggled to contain. The sight before me—a small group of frail, wounded children clutching to their families—sent an icy chill down my spine.
My fists clenched, and I had to force myself to keep breathing steadily and from charging out in a fury. As I took in their haunted eyes, the rage simmered beneath my skin like a beast ready to tear free.
Elaine met my gaze, steady but with the weight of sorrow and exhaustion in her eyes. Her voice was calm yet resolute, her tone that of someone trying to maintain control in the face of chaos.
"We found them," she said. Her words were as much a relief as they were a call to action. "But they're hurt. The doctor's on her way."
I scanned each
