Roland only blinked and Robin wasn’t standing in her previous spot. She was in the middle of the field, dropping to her knees and as Roland drew closer he realized why. Wilder was breathing heavily as Robin looked at him, trying to spot the cause of his sudden worsening state. “Wilder, look at me, just breathe, okay?” she said as her eyes landed on the new bloodied spot, below his torso. Roland looked around the area Wilder dropped and saw the soldiers with a knife clutched to his hand, he must have stabbed Wilder right as Lucien died and when he dropped down, he took the knife out, inflicting more damage than before.
“It’s not silver,” Roland’s voice bought Robin out of her spiraling thoughts, she looked at him as he kneeled in front of a soldier with the dagger. “Good, good, we need
