DEVAN'S POV
The climb down into the tunnels felt longer than the battle itself.
Devan moved through the narrow passages with two warriors carrying torches ahead of him, his wolf senses straining through stone and dust for any trace of the bond's direction, and when he finally reached the cavern where Korra had collapsed against the rune platform, the sight of her stole whatever breath he had left in his lungs.
She looked up at the sound of his footsteps, exhaustion carved into every line of her face, and something in her expression cracked open the moment their eyes met.
"Devan," she said, and tried to push herself upright before her arms gave out beneath her.
He crossed the cavern in three strides and caught her before she could fall, pulling her against his chest, one hand cradling
