Olivia
The forest around us was dense and foreboding, with the heavy scent of freshly overturned earth and spilt blood. Birds that had scattered during the confrontation now tentatively returned to their perches, their chirping forming a soft, mournful backdrop.
“Come on,” Nathan said gently, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “Let’s get home.”
Pain shot through my leg as I tried to stand. A wince escaped my lips, and in an instant, Nathan was back at my side. His own face was grimy, sweat and dirt mixed with scratches from the fight.
Yet, even in his battered state, his concern for me overshadowed his own discomfort.
“Let me help you,” he whispered, bending down and carefully lifting me to my feet. I winced again, the jolt of pain reminding me of the harsh blow
