Anila's POV

I felt Garrett's body temperature plummeting, his breath growing shallower and more rapid. If this continues, there was a real possibility of him losing his life.

"No, Garrett! You can't die," I whispered, my promise to protect him throughout his time as a BETA echoing in my mind.

"Anila..." Garrett's voice trembled with pain as he weakly called my name.

I turned my gaze to Garrett, who was gasping for breath. His lips were darkening, edging closer to a purplish hue. The poison had fully taken hold, leaving him mentally disoriented.

"I'm here. Don't worry; we're almost there," I assured him as we sprinted towards the outskirts to...