Alvira’s P.O.V.
“Vira!” I heard Trevor shout my name from some paces behind me in the field. From my vantage point at the mouth of the doctor’s tent, I could see him emerging from the charred husk of the former outpost structure. Something in his hands glinted in the sunlight, and my heart sank. It was clearly a weapon of some kind, and now that we had a free breadth of time to search the place, I realized how easily I could have missed that. Goddess only knows what they’d been planning on doing with that thing.
I glanced back down to Marcus, who was starting to stir with both of his parents and was wrought with a fiery rage that made me growl from deep in my chest. His wrists were still raw from the silver shackles, and I worried that those scars might not ever heal properly, given that
