Ronan’s hands shook as he cradled Selene’s unconscious body against his chest. Her skin was pale, and her breathing was shallow. The explosion had drained her completely—her celestial power flickered weakly under her skin like a dying ember.
Around them, the Blackwood Pack members stood in stunned silence, staring at the ruins of their hall. Some were injured. Others were missing. The air smelled of smoke and blood.
Aiden was the first to break the silence. “We need to move. Now.”
Ronan didn’t argue. He lifted Selene carefully, his grip tightening protectively. “Where?”
“The healer’s den,” Aiden said, already turning. “Before Elias comes back.”
The mention of Elias sent a ripple of fear through the pack. Ronan’s jaw clenched, but he nodded. Without another word, he followed Aiden, the
