Ramsey
I barely heard what the warrior shouted.
I kept digging, not minding my bleeding fingers from the effort. All I kept muttering as I continued to dig around her was…
"Stay alive, Lyla… please, stay alive."
Then…
A sound.
It was faint. So soft that, for a moment, I thought I had imagined it. But then it came again—a weak, muffled sound.
A whimper.
Everything in me went still; my entire body locked up, and my breath caught in my throat. Lyla!
I let out a raw, desperate growl, wondering why the first responders weren't here yet. "She's alive!" I shouted. "She's in there!"
The warriors who had been hovering around me with uncertainty immediately sprang into action. Several of them rushed forward, helping me dig while others retrieved tools to remove the heavier rubble.
