Amelia’s POV
“Alex!” Elsa’s scream tears through the night, raw and broken, shattering the silence that followed the retreat of the rogues. Her voice carries across the blood-soaked ground, a sound that does not belong to the proud, mocking woman she was only moments ago but to someone stripped bare, someone afraid, someone human. I turn toward her, my heart clenching as I see her drop to her knees beside him, her hands frantic as they press against the wounds that cover his body, her fingers shaking, her face pale with fear.
I rush forward, the heavy air still thick with the scent of blood and the echo of battle. My legs move before my mind can catch up, driven by instinct, by something I cannot name, but the sight of him lying so still, the life draining out of him, makes my chest tigh
