Peter coughed as the smoke invaded his lungs, dragging the small, almost limp body of his son out of the burning house "Listen to me," he rasped, waiting until blue eyes met his own "Run. You know where to go. Run!"
Lucas squinted up at his father "What?"
"Run!" Peter growled, his eyes flashing as he dropped the nine-year-old boy to the ground. The screams of his pack were echoing in his ears and he knew that he had to at least try to do something. When he had found Lucas, the boy had been trying to break the circle of Mountain Ash while almost being burned to a crisp. Peter couldn't smell whether he was hurt, the smoke and desperation and fear was burning his senses.
Lucas scrambled backwards and watched as his father ran back into the house to try and get the rest of the pack out. He looked at the house with wide eyes before turning tail and running into the woods. He stumbled a few times over roots and stones that were lying around but it didn't take him long to reach the house they were told to go to in case anything happened.
"Lucas," a voice breathed, running towards him "The others. What happened? I only heard the screams and… and the bonds. Where are they?"
"Cora," he panted, stumbling into her arms "They… I…"
Cora carefully helped her cousin into the house. She was worried. Not just for her family but for the boy in her arms. Lucas had always been the one she had been closest to and to see him like that. He was completely out of it, gasping for air. About halfway to the house, he let out a pained whimper as his legs gave out on him "Luc," Cora cried out "What's wrong?"
"Hurts," Lucas mumbled, his hand going to his side.
"Let me see," Cora ordered softly, pulling at Lucas' shirt. She let out a shocked gasp at the sight that was revealed "Oh, my God." There, on her baby cousin's side was a bad burn that stretched across half his torso and almost down to his pants. Some of the skin was black as the night, while the rest started blistering a deep, angry red.
Now she knew why she heard screams and the smoke. It all clicked into place. A fire. They had… Cora let out an angry growl, cursing that they couldn't be left alone for once. She debated on whether to get Lucas to a hospital but chose against it when he fell limp. There was still a chance that someone was alive and she didn't want to risk missing them to get Lucas medical attention. She might be worried for him but while he was unconscious, at least he couldn't feel the pain. She could still feel a few bonds, several having snapped within moments, others faded slowly. Cora would just have to wait and hope that someone would come for them. She was in over her head and there was no way she would be able to take care of Lucas on her own.