Victoria felt delirious. Between the fighting, and Aemilia and the blood and the wolfsbane and her own swimming thoughts, she couldn’t seem to keep her head steady. But she was sept into Ellery’s arms quickly, as they made their way down the hall. She’d nearly forgotten the fire but the smell of smoke was clear even in the halls of the house. And she wanted to ask, wanted to know if everyone was okay -- Derrick. The thought came back again, her broken bond. The pack without an Alpha. Her head lolled a little against Ellery’s shoulder, and she lazily kept her grip on Aurora’s hand. Eventually they found themselves in Aurora’s old room and Ellery laid her on the bed. A near impossible task given the way her body as covered in open lash wounds and split skin and burns. Victoria pressed her eyes shut, reached for Aurora again and then opened them. “Derrick ... “ she said quietly just to Aurora. “He killed Derrick.” Tears were running down her cheeks but Victoria barely felt like she was crying. She felt weak and foggy. But through the fog she remembered and then she looked to Ellery, wordlessly reached for her hand. “You said ...”