Jaxons POV

The Crimson Eclipse territory border comes into view just as the first hints of dawn streak the sky. My arms ache from holding Moira for the entire helicopter ride, but I haven't loosened my grip once. Her breathing is still too shallow, too labored, and the steady beep of the portable monitor they hooked up to her is the only thing keeping me sane.

'Still alive. She's still fighting.'

Rosalie sits across from me, her face etched with ...