Lulu

Blood and sweat hung thick in the air inside that small tent. I was kneeling on the damp ground, staring at Elara, whose face had gone pale as paper. She groaned, her fingers clutching the bedding so tightly her knuckles turned white. Richard looked panicked beside her, his eyes full of pure fear.

I closed my eyes for a moment, focusing. “Sandra, I need you. Now,” I called through our mind link.

Sandra’s voice echoed in my head, calm but firm. [I’m here, Luna. Steady yourself. ...