Connor’s POV
The air was still heavy with the scent of blood and disturbed earth. Every step I took felt like walking through a deserted battlefield. But this wasn’t just any battle.
This was the place where Elise had fought for her life.
And we had arrived too late.
I stopped beside the overturned wheelchair, its broken wheel still spinning faintly in the wind. It was a visual blow, an image that seared itself into my mind. Elise… so strong, so stubborn, and now so vulnerable. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to push away the image of her terrified face.
Where are you, sister?
“Over here,” Lucian growled, his voice hoarse and thick with tension. He was crouched a few feet ahead, studying the ground with an intensity that almost burned. I walked over, my eyes following the track
