Sage’s POV
I couldn’t count anymore.
Memory was hazy, filthy.
The ground beneath my feet was so slick with blood that every step became a dance of balance and fury.
My body still held on—yes—but like a tower with cracks in its foundations.
I roared as another one caught me from behind. His claws tore through my thigh, and I managed to elbow him hard enough to break his jaw, but another came before I could turn. They threw me down. I fell among branches and bones, hitting a thick root that knocked the air from my lungs.
Breathe.
Get up.
Don’t die.
Not here.
The crows descended in spirals, like a damned prophecy made flesh. Some still in bird form, others already human… and others trapped in a grotesque in-between: twisted necks, wings bent the wrong way, eyes pure black, like bott
