The last words Albert shouted were swallowed by the wind, she didn't hear a single thing.
She bit down hard, her lips bleeding from the bite.
The only thing she could do is survive, until a chance appears.
She didn't know how long they flew, but Evan's movements started to falter, his wings trembled fiercely, and his breathing grew heavier.
Seraphina sensed something was wrong but dared not interrupt him, she could only silently clench her fists.
Finally, he circled twice above a dense forest, selected a tree hollow in an old tree, and descended, gently placing Seraphina at the entrance.
He stumbled upon landing, using his right wing to brace and prevent a full fall.
Seraphina had barely steadied herself when he turned away, lowered his head, and started tending to the wounds on his wings.
The air was permeated with a faint scent of blood mixed with earth and decaying leaves.
