The Hollow was alive with the sounds of pursuit.
Selina ran, her breath ragged, her heart hammering in her chest. The damp earth was slick beneath her boots, forcing her to watch every step even as her instincts screamed at her to move faster. Behind her, the fog swallowed the battlefield, hiding the fight they had barely escaped from. But the echoes of shouts and the pounding of footsteps told her one thing—Roman’s men weren’t far behind.
A weak groan reached her ears.
“We need to stop,” Owen gritted out. He still had Kiera slung over his shoulder, her body limp, blood soaking through his jacket where the arrow had pierced her side. “She won’t last much longer like this.”
Selina’s stomach twisted. She turned, scanning their surroundings. The terrain was treacherous—jagged rocks, gnarl
