Octavia's Point of View
The forest is in chaos. Growls, cries, the metallic tang of blood, it all blurs together into something raw and primal. My pulse pounds in my ears so loud it almost drowns everything else out. Almost.
“Keep pressure on it!” one of the healers shouts beside me, her hands slick with blood as we try to lift my mother. “We need to move her now!”
“I have got her!” I choke out, my arms already sliding under my mother’s shoulders. Her weight feels heavier than I remember, like the fight has drained everything from her. Her head lolls against me, her breath shallow, and her skin clammy.
I grit my teeth. “Hang on, Mom, please.”
Ahead, my father’s wolf bursts through the underbrush, massive, dark, and furious. He slams into another wolf that lunges towards us, sending it
