Dana and Tim sat quietly in the seats of the pack's private plane, the hum of the engines a soft background to their thoughts. Tim held the small, fragile body of the little girl in his arms, still unable to fully comprehend the whirlwind of events that had brought them here. He glanced down at her, her tiny frame barely filling his embrace, her breathing shallow and soft. It was hard to believe that just a day ago, they had been living their normal lives, and now they were responsible for this child who had suffered more in her last few years than most did in a lifetime.
Tim’s mind wandered back to the moment Azriel had approached them yesterday. The memory was still vivid. Azriel had come to them with a grave expression, his words cautious but filled with urgency. He told them there was
