Dante's legs burned as he ran. His lungs screamed for air. But he kept running.

Kera's blood soaked through his shirt. Her arms hung loose around his neck. Her breathing was getting weaker.

"Stay with me," he whispered. "Please stay with me."

Her blood dripped onto the forest floor behind them. Marking their trail like breadcrumbs.

The shadow wolves were following. He could hear them howling in the distance.

But all Dante cared about was the woman on his back. The woman who was dying because of him.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm so fucking sorry."

Kera's breath tickled his ear. "Not... your fault."

"Yes it is."

"No."

Her voice...