Ember Frost’s POV

Most of them were still unconscious when I went around checking.

My heart raced at first as I knelt beside each one, brushing the snow from their faces and listening for steady breaths. One by one, I realized the damage wasn’t as severe as it looked in the chaos.

A few scratches, some dark bruises beneath the skin. Their energy was drained, yes, but the battle had worn down their minds more than their bodies. No broken bones. No fading heartbeats. They were simply ...