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“You hurt her!” Finn’s voice was venomous, filled with raw fury. He was on August in seconds, his fists flying. “She’s your mate, and you hurt her!”

August didn’t fight back. He just stood there, his expression dazed, as if only now realizing what he’d done.

“I—” His voice cracked, but Finn didn’t let him finish. Another punch landed, and blood spattered from August’s mouth.

“Enough!” Marshall’s voice boomed, cutting through the chaos like a whip.

He shoved between them, forcing Finn back. His eyes, usually calm and steady, burned with anger.

“Not now,” he growled. “We don’t have time for this.”

“Elisabed!” Marshall’s voice roared, but it was distant, drowned out by the pounding of my pulse in my ears.

Before I could get my bearings, I felt Mily wrenched from my arms.

“No!” I screamed, reaching out blindly, but Raol was already backing away, his hand gripping Mily’s wrist like a vise.

Mily thrashed in his grip, her small fists pounding against his arm, but it was no use. He was too strong, and she was so small. Her struggles only seemed to amuse him.

“Raol,” Marshall growled warningly.

“Don’t worry,” Raol said smugly. “I’ll make sure to train this one better than her whore of a sister.”

With that, he turned and disappeared into the trees, Mily’s terrified screams echoing behind him.

“No!” I screamed again, my voice breaking. I tried to run after them, but my legs gave out beneath me, the blood loss and pain too much to bear.

Marshall’s strong arms caught me before I hit the ground, his grip firm but gentle.

“She’s gone!” I screamed, the words ripping from my throat. “He took her!”

“We’ll get her back,” Marshall said steadily, examining my wound.

Finn paced behind him, his fists clenched, his jaw tight. “This is on you, August.”

“Stop it. Stop sniping at me anddosomething!” I shouted.

Marshall’s expression softened, and he placed a hand on my uninjured shoulder. “We will,” he said firmly. “But we need to get you home first. You’re bleeding too much.”

“I don’t care!” I hissed, trying to push him away. “We have to find her!”

“We will,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument. “But you’re no good to her like this.”

Finn crouched beside me, his sharp features grim. “You’re lucky the cut wasn’t deeper,” he said. “You’ll heal, but not if you keep thrashing around like this.”

I wanted to argue, to fight, to scream—but my shoulder hurt so badly I could barely form coherent thoughts.

Marshall helped me to my feet, steadying me as I trembled. August stood a few paces away, his head bowed, his shoulders slumped. He looked...broken.

“Let’s go. Now,” Marshall said.

My body ached with every step back to the fortress, and I made my sister a silent promise.

I’ll come for you, Mily. I’ll save you from him, even if it kills me.

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Marshall

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