|Theodore|
“Let’s just leave now and go straight to Gracia, Jeremiah!” Lily burst out, her voice sharp with urgency. “It’s safer that way! I—I don’t think I can stomach the idea of staying here until morning just so everyone can rest!”
Her panic was palpable. She paced the small clearing like a caged animal, arms wrapped tightly around herself, unable to sit still for more than a heartbeat. She’d been like this for hours now, ever since Jeremiah had been injured.
And truth be told, her fear wasn’t unfounded. Everyone knew the danger that came from a rogue’s wound. Their claws weren’t just deadly—they were laced with a venom that could infect and cripple even the strongest of warriors. It was the kind of wound that didn’t just draw blood, but dragged the soul down with it.
Thankfully, w
