Caden’s POV

I could feel it getting worse.

Every second that passed, Cane was slipping further away, and the hits he was landing were getting heavier, faster, and more dangerous than before, and I knew I could not keep standing there and just take it anymore because if I did, I would not last long enough to help him.

My ribs already hurt badly, my breathing was aghast and I could feel blood on my face, but I forced myself to focus because this was not about me.

This was about stopping him before he completely lost himself.

He swung again, aiming straight for my head, but this time I...