Lyla
When we arrived outside the gates that led to the White Mountain Region, the Ferals were already waiting for us.
They were scattered everywhere like sand, but our forces matched theirs this time.
Ramsey came to stand next to me, reaching for my hand.
"Everything will go well today, my love. Try not to overexert yourself, no matter what. I'll be with you every step."
I nodded. "I heard what you did," I said quietly, then turned to look at him. "Thank you for always thinking of me, Ramsey."
"If I don't, who will?" he asked. "You're worth more than anything, to me, Lyla. Even though you hesitate a thousand times, love me less or hurt me every single time, I love you more than I did a second ago."
