*Rafe*

I ran towards the voices crying for help despite Connor calling me back.

I dropped to my knees beside them, my heart breaking at their suffering. They were human, fragile and innocent, caught in a war they didn't understand. I reached out, my hands trembling as I tried to assess their wounds.

"Rafe," Connor said softly, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Their injuries...they're too severe. There's nothing we can do."

A sob tore from my throat as I gathered the girls into my arms, their small bodies shaking with pain and fear. I knew Connor was right, but I couldn't accept it. I couldn't let them die, not like...