Kane's POV
The forest blurred as I carried Aurora through undergrowth, putting distance between us and Raymond. My enhanced senses guided me along hidden trails, avoiding steep terrain that would jostle her injuries. Her blood soaked my shirt, the iron scent triggering long-suppressed protective instincts.
"Stay with me," I urged as her eyelids fluttered. The gash on her forehead continued to bleed, matting her hair with crimson. Her normally flawless skin was marred by cuts and bruises, evidence of how close she'd come to death.
Behind us, Raymond's anguished howl echoed through the mountain, the sound filled with belated regret. I didn't slow my pace – his grief meant nothing compared to Aurora's life.
"Let him howl," I muttered, feeling her stir against my chest. "He made his choice
