LYKOS
I held Oceana close, looking down at her and wondering how long it would be until our ride arrived. It had been over an hour, but it felt like forever. I could still hear the helicopter searching the area, and it appeared to be getting closer, increasing my anxiety. My mind was a whirlwind of fear and desperation; every instinct was screaming at me to transfer my healing to her, but I was also afraid. Her head injury necessitated medical attention before I could take any action. What if something shifted, and then I just went and healed her? I would make matters worse.
A tremulous sigh escaped my lips, and just then, I heard a rustling sound behind me, followed by the faintest whiff of an unfamiliar scent. My body tensed, muscles coiling as I turned around, cradling Oceana protect
