POV. Rayder

Her body was at the bottom of the cliff, twisted in a way that took my breath away. Mud covered her legs, blood was stuck in her hair, and her chest rose in shallow gasps, like someone clinging to a thread that could break at any moment. I slid down the ravine, tearing my skin on the rocks, and knelt beside her with trembling hands. I placed two fingers on her neck, trying to feel her pulse, and almost collapsed when the faint beat responded.

“Luara, stay with me. ...