She froze in place. The next second, hurried footsteps splashed through the rain.
Shawn burst out of the dormitory, shouting in a panic, "Yara?!"
The moment he saw her, he let out a shaky breath of relief.
But as he got closer, he caught sight of the sheer terror draining every last drop of color from her face.
"What's wrong?" Shawn asked, his voice tight with worry.
"Wesley went down the mountain half an hour ago." Yara's voice trembled.
'Half an hour. If he'd been moving fast, he'd be right in the middle of the mountainside.'
Yara spun and bolted forward, blind to everything but the need to move.
"Yara—!"
Shawn lunged after her, grabbing her arm and yanking her back hard.
"If you go out there now, you'll get yourself killed too! Just hold on—we'll send people to rescue him!"
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