Fiona
My breath caught. Lucian? How come, how did he get this close to Orion’s pack? Or wait, have I wandered off back too close to the silver fang? When did I get past the mysterious cliff?
The questions were endless in my head, and it wasn’t until Damir grabbed my wrist before I jerked back to life.
“Come on, we have to go,” he urged, slightly pulling at my wrist.
I looked down at the warrior. And I was slightly relieved to see that I had done a fair job with his bleeding throat. Although it wasn’t completely sealed, it was enough to stop the profusely gushing blood, and also breathing fairly fine.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” I mouthed to him before Damir successfully pulled me away.
I followed him hastily down the steep path. My mind spiraled out of my control with the weight of everyth
