The chilly night air tingled their skin, hinting at dawn’s approach. The entire area seemed to be drowned in an eerie silence. Eliza lay still on a mossy patch, soft against the rough pine needles beneath. Her pale face bathed in the soft light from the moon above.
Thomas knelt beside her, his fingers hovering just above her wrist. He searched for a pulse. “She’s breathing, but barely,” he whispered, his voice laced with panic. His eyes darted towards Gabriel, who stood a few feet away, watching the scene with a grave expression.
“Gabriel!” Thomas exclaimed, his voice shaky with effort, “I need to get her to a hospital!”
Gabriel’s gaze shifted from Eliza’s still form to Thomas’ anxious face. “Go, do what you’ve got to do for your mate.”
Be with her, Thomas. Fight for her. Gabriel conti
