ISABEL’S POV
It was unnaturally silent, as though everything around us was holding their breath, waiting for what would happen next. Archer, who was still in his beast form, lay limp on the ground. Blood matted his fur, but his chest rose and fell in shallow, labored breaths. Around us, the Blood Moon warriors formed a loose circle, their expressions ranging from awe to fear as their eyes darted between me and Archer.
“Help me get him up,” I said, my voice shaky with fear. No one moved. They just stared at me as though I’d grown a second head.
“Did you hear me?” I snapped, louder this time, my anger bubbling to the surface. “Help me get him to the hospital before it’s too late!”
Finally, a few warriors nodded in response. Marcus stepped forward, his face pale and full of worry as he sp
