They stopped at last in a shallow ravine where the trees grew thick, and the ground sloped into soft moss and fern.
The trek had been brutal — not because of the distance, but because they were forced to move so painfully slowly. Every step dragged. Every breath cost Helen more than it should have. Even Mystic, fierce and unyielding, was trembling with exhaustion she could no longer hide.
Aaron positioned himself near them, close enough to intervene instantly without crowding. His body was coiled in tension — predator patience wrapped around lethal readiness.
Raven and Ash moved a few paces away, speaking quietly through the mind-link.
Mystic watched them.
She didn’t look confused.
She looked distressed.
Her breathing shifted.
Her gaze sharpened.
“Aaron,” she said softly.
He turn
