3rd Person POV
Rowan didn’t rush.
He never did.
Even now—kneeling in the dirt with the sharp scent of blood thick in the air and the echo of violence still lingering through every broken branch around them—his movements stayed controlled.
Precise.
Measured.
Like if he kept everything steady on the outside, nothing underneath would have room to break loose.
“She’s breathing,” he’d said.
And she was.
Barely.
That had to be enough.
But Rowan didn’t trust barely.
Not when it came to something like this.
His gaze moved over Allison again, slower this time, more deliberate. Not just looking.
Assessing.
Tracking every shift in her breathing. Every visible injury. Every place her body had taken damage and kept going anyway.
There was more than he liked.
More than she should’ve sur
