Fiona
I stumble, crying out when my ankle twists a funny way as I climb through the rubble. Ethan catches me, his hands gripping my waist to steady me.
“Th-thanks,” I mumble, letting myself hold onto his wrists as he lifts me and sets me back down on more sturdy ground.
“Do you think we’ll be able to find it?” I ask, kicking a particularly burnt piece of something to the side. When it moves, the original form- or what’s left of it’s original form- breaks apart and crumbles to ash.
Ethan’s fingers wrap around my elbow, helping me over another unsteady spot as he says, “We’ll find it. Ryan is on his way to help, and I think he may bring help.”
“Help?” I ask, looking up at him. “Who?”
“He was out with a few pack members for the day and volunteered them to come help. They should be he
