Kieran's POV
Everything went still.
The wind, the glow, even the thundering in my chest…. silenced.
I blinked the dirt from my eyes and pushed myself up from the ground. "What the hell just happened?" I muttered, voice rough from the surge of power that had just blasted through us.
Lorraine.
I rushed to the center of the circle. She lay there, her body still, her pale skin now kissed with a faint glow. I dropped to my knees beside her, eyes scanning her frame, then I saw it. The wound on her chest, it had healed. Not entirely. But enough. The bleeding had stopped. The skin had begun knitting itself together. Her breathing was shallow.… but there.
"Astrid," I called sharply, glancing back.
She was just pushing herself to her feet, her hair disheveled, face streaked with dirt. She didn't answer immediately.
"What just happened?" I growled. "Why is she still unconscious?"
