"Don't move!" Alpha Magnus's voice boomed down the hallway.
Heavy boots thundered toward them like an army moving to war.
Aria knelt beside Caleb, her hands pressed against his wounded chest. Silver light poured from her fingers, but the wound was deep. Too deep.
"I can't heal this fast enough," she whispered desperately.
"Then run," Caleb gasped, his golden eyes getting dim. "Before they see you like this."
"I'm not leaving you."
"You have to." Blood bubbled at the corner of his mouth. "They'll kill you for this."
Liana backed against the wall, still holding the bloody knife. Her honey-colored eyes darted between Aria and the coming footsteps.
"This wasn't supposed to happen," she muttered. "You were supposed to die, not him."
"Shut up," Caden growled, grabbing bandages from his pack. "Help us stop the bleeding."
