The night was falling, and Ignis's flames illuminated the battlefield as I ran toward the forest, carrying an injured Ezra. My breathing was a mess, a mix of gasps and sobs. Ezra was heavier than I wanted to admit, but pride kept me moving. His blood-soaked clothes and his weak breathing were a constant reminder that time was running out.
Beside us, Liam ran swiftly, his eyes filled with worry and a rare serious tone. “We can’t keep running, Caroline. We need to stop and treat him.”
“Where? In the middle of the forest, with Marcus and Zenia on our heels?” I shot back, feeling my strength faltering. “We need to find a safe place first.”
Liam nodded with a grunt, his blue eyes scanning his surroundings. Finally, he pointed toward a small cave in the distance. “There. It’s narrow, but no o
