Z P.O.V.
Time seemed to slow, what felt like hours was actually just minutes. I kept up my pass pushing myself to go as fast I could. There was not time to slow down. No time to rest or be tired. Whatever happened I needed to get there quickly to help.
Approaching closer I could smell burning flesh in the air and my lungs began to burn. Smoke filled my nostrils it's blackness cloaking the ground like a dense fog on a dark road. Flames roared and crackled as pieces of wood splintered from the heat. The warmth bathed my fur chasing away the coolness of the air.
"Roland!" I called out.
No response. I tried to look around in the smoke but I couldn't see. Even my powerful sense of smell was made useless from the smoke that surrounded me.
"Roland!" I called out once more.
There was st
