Fractured Sky, Fractured Soul: The Search for Hazel

Ronan's POV

I stared up at the sky in horror as blue cracks spider-webbed across it like fractures in glass. The ground beneath my feet trembled, making it difficult to stand.

"What the hell is happening?" Rhys whispered beside me, his usual confidence replaced by raw fear.

Silas adjusted his glasses, his face pale. "I don't know, but nothing good. Those cracks—they look like the barriers between realms are thinning."

Another violent tremor shook the ground, nearly knocking us over. We'd rushed outside the infirmary when the first quake hit, thinking the building might collapse. Now I wasn't sure anywhere was safe.

"We need to get back to the others," I said, my thoughts immediately going to Hazel. The protective instinct that had awakened in me since bonding with her roared to life.

We sprinted back into the infirmary, dodging falling debris. The scene inside was chaos—medical supplies scattered across the floor, staff trying to secure patients.