My knees buckle. The world tilts sideways as I lose my grip on the injured man, and he crashes to the ground. My vision obscures, darkness creeping in from all sides like the red mist in the forest.
Through the haze, I think I hear someone shouting my name. The voice is familiar, desperate, frightened in a way that cuts through my fading consciousness.
“Selene!”
I try to focus, to see who’s calling out to me, and for just a few seconds, the darkness recedes enough for me to make out a face. Green eyes wide with panic, dark hair falling across a forehead creased with worry and fear.
Seth.
He’s running toward me, his face a mask of fright I’ve never seen on him before. For one impossible moment, he looks like a man who’s about to lose something important to him.
But that can’t be right
