Seeran stood watch at the east wall, watching as a lone figure approached in the distance. Taking out his binoculars, he peered at the approaching figure. The man was walking quickly, his eyes scanning his surroundings as he rushed toward the dome. He wasn't running, just walking at a fast pace. He looked exhausted, like he had been traveling for a long period of time. Sweat drenched his hair, plastering it to his forehead.
"Sir?" a voice asked from behind him.
Seeran glanced behind him quickly to see who called him, his binoculars still held up. It was one of the medical assistants. His face visibly paled before speaking. "Is she okay?" he asked, his binoculars lowering, his mind fearing the worst.
His mate, Hope, had been under the care of the med clinic while he was doing his duty at the gate. Because of the militia that had popped up, everyone had to work. No one, not even him, could stay at home caring for their mate.
