{"Let your courage roar louder than your fears"}
I could hear Rolan's low growl, a sound that mixed with his quick, panicked breaths. He muttered under his breath, cursing as his claws extended, sinking into the stone as he hauled Dante up.
"Help him!" I snapped, the urgency of the moment clawing at my chest. But it was Rolan who was in control now. His eyes, those golden, terrified eyes, flashed at me, but his hands never stopped moving, pulling Dante's limp body toward the exit.
"We need to get out!" Rolan snarled, voice rough with panic. "He's losing too much blood, this thing, it's draining him!"
