Sebastian's POV
Blood seeped through my fingers, hot and slick against my skin. The metallic tang filled the air, mixing with the acrid scent of gunpowder. Around me, the forest was eerily silent. I knew they were hot on our tail, meaning we had to get up soon.
Fucking hunters.
Matías crouched beside me, his brown eyes sharp with worry. "We need to move," he growled, his voice low. "They'll track the blood."
I gritted my teeth, pressing harder against the wound. "I know, I wouldn't be this way if I hadn't had to protect your ass." I reminded him.
The ambush had been brutal. The moment we'd stepped off the plane, they'd struck. Matías was still hurt; if I hadn't pushed him aside and taken the bullet, he would be dead.
"You don't have to rub that in my face," Matías snapped, though
