"Alaric!" Salviana gasped, rushing to his side. Her eyes darted to his arm, where crimson seeped through the fabric of his shirt.
He raised his other hand to stop her. "Stay back!" he snapped, his voice rougher than he intended. His eyes darted around, scanning the forest.
The figure was gone, melted into the shadows, but the echo of footsteps remained, circling them like wolves stalking prey.
Salviana ignored his warning, stepping closer. "You're hurt!" Her hands hovered near his wound, trembling slightly.
"It's nothing," he growled, though his jaw clenched against the pain. His gaze burned as he searched for their attacker. How could I let this happen?
"What if it's poisoned?" Salviana whispered, her voice shaking. "What if—"
"Stop," he said, softer now, meeting her worried eyes. "I'm fine. Just stay close and trust me."
But the fear in her gaze mirrored the dread clawing at his chest.
What if they aimed for her?