The silver light of the full moon bathed the forest clearing as Lena, Marcus, and Damien huddled together, hands pressed against Damien’s bleeding wound. The surge of energy flowing between Lena and Marcus felt like lightning coursing through her veins. She could see Marcus’s blue eyes filled with determination, his jaw clenched as he focused on channeling every ounce of strength he had into saving Damien.
But the wound wasn’t healing fast enough. Lena’s hands trembled as blood seeped between her fingers. “Stay with me, Damien,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “Don’t you dare leave me.”
Damien’s breaths were shallow, his dark eyes half-closed as he struggled to stay conscious. “I’ve... taken worse,” he rasped, forcing a weak smile. “Just... don’t let go.”
“Never,” Lena whispered fierce
