Chapter 160

*Elora*

Slo didn’t move.

Not at first.

She stood frozen in the mouth of our tent, her lips parted, her eyes locked on something none of us could see. Her voice—already hoarse—had dropped to a whisper, the kind that clung to your ribs long after it faded.

"Blood," she had said. "So much blood."

Then she crumpled.

I caught her before she hit the floor, arms wrapping around her frame, which felt far