Jordan's POV
The sharp scent of blood hit me. At first, faint but familiar. I stepped in my tracks.
Corvin.
My heart dropped as I turned in the direction it came from, running through the hanging branches until the trees parted.
There he was...
But not just him, Elara was there too.
She was squatting next to him, fear written all over her face and her hands hanging above his shoulder like she was unsure of where to touch or if she could even touch.
Corvin on the other hand looked like hell, he was bruised and bleeding. His shirt was ripped and he looked weak, I felt my stomach turn at the sight of my brother.
"Elara?" I acknowledged her presence but my eyes were locked on him. "Corvin!"
Elara's head snapped up at the sound of my voice. "Jordan, wait---"
It was like she cou
