Moving farther away.
Every hybrid between us died because it had made the mistake of being there.
The greenhouse was already a mess made of blood and broken glass breaking beneath my boots, black smoke clawing at my lungs, torn hearts crushed between my fingers and bodies dropping at my feet while my own wounds kept trying to drag me down.
I stopped counting how many times I almost fell. Stopped caring when my knees buckled. Stopped feeling the blood soaking what remained of my clothes.
The bond pulled.
Faint.
Distant.
North.
Moving fast.
Too fast.
If we lost that thread now, if we let the smoke swallow the last direction I had left, we would lose her completely.
Keres reached my side eventually, covered in black blood and silver fur, eyes blazing so brightly he barely looked h
