{Casper’ Pov}
Ophelia didn’t move.
I crouched beside her, my fingers hovering just above her temple where blood seeped steadily into the dirt. Her breathing was shallow, coming in wheezing breaths. I touched her shoulder and she flinched, even unconscious. Her ribs were a mess — caved in slightly on the left, bruises already spread across her side. Her left arm twisted at an angle no arm should ever bend. She looked pale. Broken even.
I watched helplessly as the beast that did this to her ran away. I couldn’t leave her here, and I couldn’t chase it either.
"Damn it," I groaned as I tore strips of cloth from my tunic… what was left of it at least, to bind her ribs as gently as I could. Every breath made her gasp in pain, but I needed to keep her steady. "Hang in there, Ophelia. I just
