**~ Caspian's POV ~**
What in the name of the Crescent is happening…?
I stood in the aftermath, heart pounding, eyes stuck on Hazel's collapsed body like it had personally betrayed me. Lilith lay nearby unmoving. Not a sound. Not a single breath from her chest. I didn't even know if she was dead or just passed out, but something inside me twisted at the thought that maybe she was gone.
But that wasn't even the worst of it.
Hazel…,My mate. My everything. Cold. Unfeeling. Gone.
She wasn't Hazel anymore. She was something else.
I turned toward Aurora, who was still steadying herself after stopping Hazel's attack. She nodded. We didn't need to speak. We knew what we had to do.
Cayden moved first, dropping to his knees beside Hazel, pressing his fingers to her neck. "Still breathing," he muttered. "She's alive."
Alive—but barely holding on.
