Damien.
Noah remained unconscious across the back of my horse, his body swaying slightly with every powerful stride the animal took.
I had long caught up with my brothers after carrying him, and now all five of us raced through the rough terrain without slowing down.
The wind whipped violently against my face as our horses thundered forward. Dust rose behind us with every hoofbeat, and despite my exhaustion, I forced myself to remain alert.
We had already lost enough time.
Maria was still out there somewhere, waiting and maybe suffering.
Maybe hoping we would come for her.
The thought alone was enough to keep me moving.
After what felt like an eternity of riding, a structure finally appeared in the distance.
It looked like an abandoned house.
The walls were weathered and cracked, while parts of the roof appeared close to collapsing. It stood alone, surrounded by overgrown vegetation that made the place seem even more deserted.
