Fleeting Peace

Declan didn't let go of Clara; instead, his grip only tightened. As they struggled, his hand pressed against her wound, making her brows furrow slightly in pain.

"Declan, what are you doing?" Just then, an icy voice suddenly rang out from behind them.

Clara froze at the sound, her back going rigid. She turned to see Kaelen walking in their direction. His gaze was dark, radiating a terrifying chill