The forest was a blur, a jumbled mess of branches, underbrush, and darkness as we ran. Cassian’s weight was dragging me down, his steps uneven, but he wouldn’t let me stop. He wouldn’t let me carry him, either. His pride was as sharp as ever, even through the blood that soaked his clothes and the silver wound that still burned through his skin.
I could hear them behind us—metal scraping against leather, the quiet footfalls of wolves trained to track, to kill. They weren’t far. They weren’t slowing down.
But we couldn’t stop. Not now. Not ever again.
I kept moving, faster than I should’ve, adrenaline burning through me like wildfire. Cassian kept pace with me, as best as he could, his breaths ragged but steady. He was stubborn as hell. He wasn’t going to let me carry him, even if it kill
