Zirah POV
By the time I see the lights of the castle breaking through the forest, I am moving so slowly from exhaustion that my feet are dragging. Gnash's fur brushes my legs with every step I take. The castle lights glow brightly in the darkness, illuminating the trees and creating a striking contrast of light and shadow. Relief slivers through me, knowing I am nearly home. I am almost there, but I can still feel the exhaustion. It’s weighing me down.
I take a deep breath and keep moving forward when I hear someone running through the forest. I stop knowing it must be the three kings. Hunter and Shadow rush past us, followed a few seconds later by Lyon. He doesn't stop; instead, he keeps heading toward the castle, yet I don't miss the fact that he is drenched in blood.
Gnash's tail wag
