Calum’s POV
We had lost Zane. He died while we retreated from the men that had kept Alora captive. He took his last breaths while Treyton and I carried him away. I watched one of my best friends die as I carried him, and watched another become a killer with no remorse at all. I never knew she had that in her. The sight of her taking a life like that is one I didn’t want to witness ever again. She was an angel in my eyes and she had just fallen from grace.
We found a place to rest and listened for anyone following us. We needed to burn or bury Zane’s body and I hated that thought. It bugged the hell out of me that we hadn’t been as successful in this mission as I had wanted to be. I tried planning for everything so we wouldn’t lose anyone, but still I couldn’t control everything.
