#Chapter 60: Between Life and Death

Kane's POV "Aurora!" I called her name again as her body went limp in my arms. Her skin had grown alarmingly pale, blood continuing to seep through the makeshift bandages despite my efforts. Panic – an emotion I'd trained myself to suppress – surged through me with overwhelming force. I broke through the tree line, spotting my team's vehicle hidden among the dense foliage. My second-in-command, Brian, rushed forward as I emerged from the forest, his expression shifting from alert readiness to alarm when he saw Aurora's condition. "She's critical," I announced, fighting to keep my voice steady. "Multiple fractures, internal bleeding, possible concussion." My team moved with practiced efficiency, immediately preparing a field medical station as I gently laid Aurora on the emergency stretcher. The sight of her broken body, so vulnerable against the sterile white of the medical supplies, sent a wave of protectiveness through me that bordered on primal. "Her pulse is weak," Eliza,