David's POV
"David!" Damien's voice slices through the fog as I stumble into the clearing, my body screaming in agony.
Arms grapple for me, carrying me up from the ground. Everything is foggy, distant, yet I'm able to make out his concerned face as he tugs me upright, his arms sure, strong.
"Get him inside!" Serafine's voice echoes with desperation.
My legs buckle, and the next thing I know, I am being carried into the packhouse as my body is heavy and limp.
I can feel the blood swelling from the wound in my side, and everything starts to blur together as the darkness pulls me under.
Hours might have passed, even more. It was sometime later that I opened my eyes.
My body felt like it had been dragged through a hell of torture. I lay on the bed, and the voices were mumbling around
