Cillian's hand was a rock on my shoulder, steady and strong, like the only solid thing in this whirlwind of chaos. He helped me to my feet, but I wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. My eyes zeroed in on Knox's wolf, a still, lifeless shape in the distance. I felt a gnawing determination rise within me.

"Beta Cillian, please... help me get to him," I said, my voice firm despite the exhaustion that threatened to drag me back down like a lead blanket.

 "Aliyah, you shouldn't. ...