(... continued)
Kieran's arms tightened instinctively around Jasper the moment Autumn shoved the boy into his chest.
"Father?" Jasper whimpered, clinging to his clothes nevertheless, his small fists trembling."Are you really my Dada, Mr. Wolf?"
Kieran swallowed hard, forcing down the jagged knot in his throat, his gaze pinned helplessly on Autumn as he simply nodded before shrugging with a dejected heave. "Seems like I am, little guy!"
Autumn was already stumbling forward.
Her legs wavered, her body lurching with grief, but she still ran… like she dragged herself across the blood soaked sand until she collapsed at Lyla's side.
Kieran's breath stuck.
The world slowed down.
He watched Autumn's hands hover…shaking violently…over her sister's shredded torso.
Autumn's fingers twitched, too afraid to touch, too afraid to make it worse."Oh…Oh…" Something like a faint gasp barely made past her lips.
But then Lyla's hand moved.
