XANDER'S POV:
Nyx turned back to me and collapsed against my chest. Her body quivered violently, and I instinctively tightened my hold around her, anchoring her to me. The battlefield behind us was a pool of bodies, smoke curling into the night sky like silent wails of the fallen. The air was filled with the metallic smell of blood that was lingering.
“Are you okay, Luna?” Camila’s voice cut through the silence. She approached deliberately, her sharp gaze searching the chaos around us, but her concern was unmistakably towards Eleanor.
I nodded slightly, though the expression felt hollow. The thrill that had kept me standing, kept me fighting, was leaving fast, leaving behind only weariness and something much worse—dread.
A stir to my right called my attention. Zarek, his usually compo
