Chapter 74

• "Rhea, we have to go now."
• The urgent words cut through the icy wind. Micah's voice, my anchor in the chaos, was strained. I collapsed, my legs heavy with grief and exhaustion. The snow around me was no longer a pristine white blanket; it was a tapestry of red and dark, muddy footprints. The metallic scent of blood hung thick in the air, a perpetual reminder of what we'd lost mere moments before.
• "I cannot leave him," I whispered, my voice raw.