Fernando’s pov
I sat on a flat rock beside a dying campfire deep inside the cavern, my teeth gritted against the violent, tearing fire in my chest. I looked ghastly. My face was hollowed out, ash-pale, and slick with cold sweat. Blood soaked through the white linen wrapped tight around my torso, reeking of dark sulfur and charred flesh.
The divine golden blast Chloe had unleashed from her hands in the cottage had shattered my collarbone and torn my silver-poisoned wounds wide open. Every breath I pulled into my lungs came with a wet, agonizing rasp that made my jaw ache.
Shaun stood near the cave mouth, his silver hunting knife unsheathed. His eyes scanned the foggy ravine below us. "The Red Moon vanguard is sweeping the southern passes, Alpha. Nash isn't retreating. He's hunting every
