Panic flooded her chest at the sound of footsteps headed their way, and she scrambled to Zeke's side and hauled him up with a grunt that tore from her throat.
"Climb," she breathed again.
Zeke barely managed it. His arms locked weakly around her shoulders, while his weight sagged more heavily than before. Without Seraphina, her balance was off, her limbs sluggish and aching like she had already run for miles.
She staggered once and quickly caught herself.
Then, she burst out of the narrow fracture in the mountain wall and ran into the night, her lungs screaming for air. Her naked feet scratched hard against the floor, and she couldn't recall when exactly she had lost her shoes.
Without Seraphina, every step threatened to make her fall, and the shadows she usually melted into resisted her now without her wolf's presence. And, she was moving so slow.
"A...are you ok?" Zeke grunted.
