The air was thick with dust and Emrys had no idea what was going on around him. He hated being so helpless, unable to move or to look for his siblings. Emrys wasn’t sure about his other siblings, but he been in the concert hall with Mallory. He had called out her name but there had been no reply. He just hoped that she was unable to hear in the chaos, even with their supernatural hearing it would have been a challenge depending on how far away she was. 

At least worrying about his siblings kept his mind of the scent of witch blood. There were a lot of different scents but that one stood out to Emrys and he did everything possible to keep his mind off of it. It didn’t help that with everything second Emrys was loosing more and more blood. 

As he sat there, helpless and vulnerable, he suddenly became aware of his name being called out. Emrys couldn’t see the source but he was aware of it getting closer. As the voice became clearer he recognised the source. Which a huge sigh of relief, followed by an even bigger cry of pain Emrys began calling his sister’s name. “Mallory, I’m over here.” @mallorybordeaux