LILA’S POV
The smoke from the camp’s smoldering ruins clung to the trees like a shroud, a harsh reminder of how close we’d come to losing everything. The air was thick with dust, burned wood, and the metallic tang of blood, and every inhale left a bitter taste in my mouth. I knelt among the scattered, trembling bodies of my mates, hands glowing faintly as I swept over wounds, whispered healing energy into broken bones and scorched skin.
“Sara… you’ll be alright now,” I murmured, gently lifting her hand. Her fingers curled weakly around mine, eyes wide, haunted, but alive. Alive. That was all that mattered.
Marcus crouched nearby, surveying the damage, eyes narrowed in fury. “This is worse than I thought. Some of our defenses held, but they targeted the weakest points deliberately. Whoev
