“Lance!” Fiore's voice rang out, desperate and shaky, as the dust cloud obscured her view of where Lance had landed. She strained her eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of him through the haze, but it was useless. The debris from the broken wall filled the air, and she could only hope he was still able to fight. Her body ached, and the weight of exhaustion tugged at her, but she couldn’t afford to rest—not now.
“Should you really be worrying about him, Luna?”
The cold, mocking voice snapped her attention back to the present. Before she could react, a man lunged at her, forcing her to the ground with a rough shove. Fiore grunted in pain as she hit the floor, his weight pressing down on her. His strength wasn’t overwhelming, not like the wolves, but in her weakened state, even the grip felt l
