And just like that, I’m off and running toward the road. Here and there, Healers are tending to wounds, but I shoot past them, my eyes searching the ground for my little sister.
I see her dark hair spread around her like a sun rising over a hill. I throw myself down next to her. If she didn’t have bruising and she wasn’t sprawled out on the sidewalk, I’d think she was sleeping, her eyes closed and her mouth relaxed, her naturally upturned lips together.
“Alexandra,” I whisper. “Alexandra,” I say again, more loudly. I get no response. “Lini!” I’m shouting now. After a moment, I catch my senses and lean until my ear hovers above her mouth, but I don’t detect any breathing. I can’t smell if her heart is pumping because there is blood and wolves everywhere. I try to take a pulse, but I can’t
