*Cait*
Moonlight leads us forward, casting silver streams of light across the hills. My wrists ache from the ropes, and my hip throbs with each step my horse takes, but we can’t stop. Not while I can still hear the echo of Lachlan’s voice in my head. Not while the night feels fragile, like peace that could break if we breathe too loudly. There could be more enemy stragglers out here, and the risk is too great.
Rory rides beside me, his arm stiff against his body. He hasn’t spoken much since we left the Lennox lads, but his eyes find mine often. There’s something in them I can’t name. Fierce and comforting at once. Something that steadies me better than any words would.
Dawn comes slow, a faint blush against the sky. We find a cave just after the sun peeks above the trees, a hollow tuck
