Becket cursed, barely feeling the weight of the pack on his shoulders as he yelled Sky’s name and ran between the trees.
Then he heard it.
His heart fucking stopped.
Sky.
He forced himself to move faster.
“Becket! Dammit, I can’t keep up,” Teddy called.
Becket rounded another tree—then he saw her.
Sky. She was on the ground, blood running down the side of her head, fire raging around her and Bella tucked into her chest.
Alive. Sky was alive.
His knees trembled with relief and he nearly hit the ground.
He dropped in front of her and tugged off his mask. “Are you okay?”
Her eyes were glazed, her pupils too dilated. And there was a wound on her temple.
“I think I have a concussion,” she breathed.
“Can you move?”
“Yes, but not fast.”
He slipped his mask over her face and grabbed her arm. She’d just made it to her feet when Teddy showed up behind them.
“Thank God!” Teddy gasped.
Sky swayed, her knees almost buckling. Fuck. She wasn’t okay.
Teddy took Bella from Sky. “Let’s go. We need to move fast.”
Becket anchored an arm around her waist and they moved through the trees, trying to avoid the flames that were now everywhere. But every couple of steps, Sky stumbled. And the fire continued to roar behind them, completely unforgiving.
They were moving too slowly.
“I’m going to carry you,” he shouted before swinging her up into his arms.
Now he could move faster, running beside Teddy as fast as he could back toward the road.
And the flames grew hotter and taller, behind him, beside him, thick smoke everywhere, making breathing fucking hard.
Teddy pulled out his radio. “Is the drop close?”
“Almost there.”
Fuck, they should have been here by now.
A tree suddenly fell several yards in front of them, flames covering it from root to tip.
They were completely trapped. The flames were moving in on all sides, growing closer by the second.
Becket looked at Teddy. They both knew the drop wouldn’t come in time.
