Lyra’s POV
I could barely keep my eyes open. The world around me blurred as I was dragged away, every fiber of my being weak from exhaustion. My body ached, my limbs limp and useless. I wanted to fight, to scream, to break free, but all I could do was watch Ranio. He was still fighting, his form a blur in the chaos, trying desperately to reach me. His movements were swift and brutal, cutting down the masked wolves who blocked his path, but no matter how hard he fought, they kept coming, pushing him farther away.
I opened my mouth to cry out to him, but nothing came. My voice was lost, swallowed by the overwhelming sense of helplessness. My vision dimmed as my body gave in to the exhaustion, and the last thing I saw before the darkness took over was Ranio’s face, a mix of fury, desperatio
