Alexander's POV

Silence. Then movement.

A shadow shifts behind the boulder. Slow. Careful.

Rachel emerges.

I stop breathing for a second. Not from shock. From disgust.

She looks terrible. Worse than terrible. Destroyed.

Her clothes are torn to shreds. Barely covering her. Blood soaked. Dirt caked. One sleeve completely missing. The other hanging by threads.

Her face is a mess. Scratches. ...