Chapter 120

Aisha's POV The forest swallowed us whole as Simon carried me away from the Silver Pack's territory. The clash of warriors, the shouts of battle, all of it faded behind us until there was only the sound of the wind rushing through the trees. My face pressed against his neck, the hard rhythm of his heartbeat was the only anchor holding me together. His shirt was torn, soaked with blood that was not all his, and my fingers clenched it like it was the last thing keeping me upright. We ran until the smell of silver and blood was nothing but a ghost. When Simon finally slowed, it was beside a stream where moonlight spilled over the rocks. He set me on my feet but didn't step back. His hands were still on my arms, strong and trembling. He was staring at me like I was a dream he had almost lost. "Aisha," he said, his voice low and rough. "Look at me." I forced my eyes up. What I saw nearly undid me. Blood streaked his jaw, there was a cut above his brow, his golden eyes wild with fury and fea