No matter how reluctant they were to let Cyrus and Calen share the schedule, they had no choice but to do it.
But before they could even talk about it, something completely unexpected happened.
"What happened?!" Roxanna rushed forward when she saw Calen carrying Cyrus in his hands, and his body now in the form of a small bird.
One of his wings was injured. An arrow had pierced through it, and blood slowly dripped down, staining his red feathers, so they were becoming deeper crimson.
"Wife… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Calen dropped to his knees the moment he reached her. "When we were in the forest, it was covered in thick fog, so we couldn't see clearly. That's why… that's why Cyrus flew up to check the situation from above, but… he didn't come back."
"After the fog cleared, I found him like this." Calen looked at her, his eyes filled with worry. "I don't know whose arrow this is, but—"
"I do," Luan suddenly said.
