Selena's heart thudded painfully in her chest. Her eyes flicked nervously between the path ahead and Declan's unconscious form in Callan's arms. The cold, ashen pallor of his skin haunted her thoughts, and she found herself tightening her grip on her own limbs, as though she could somehow force her own energy into him.
"Is Luna going to be able to help him?" Selena's voice was soft, almost fragile. Her earlier anger and panic had dissipated, replaced by a quiet, aching hope. She needed something—anything—to hold on to.
Callan's gaze flickered briefly to her, the coldness in his eyes softened just enough to show a hint of understanding. "Luna is one of the most skilled healers. If anyone can reverse the effects of Drider venom, it's her." His voice was steady, but there was an edge of urgency that made Selena's stomach clench.
They moved faster, reaching the stone house.