Jasper's jaw was clenched tight as he sprinted forward, the sharp branches of the path leaving angry scratches on his face.

The pain barely registered as he pushed on.

His legs were numb from the relentless pace, but he continued, sustained only by his determination to rescue Alyssa.

His legs trembled under him when he finally reached the manor, and he stumbled slightly against the biting cold wind.

Had it been someone else, they would have crumbled and been unable to stand up again.

No one was keeping watch outside the manor.

It was eerily quiet.

Jasper took a steadying breath, his grip tightening on his gun.

Each step on the white rock tiles felt heavy as he approached the door.

With a calm yet wary demeanor, he pushed it open and entered.

The luxurious living room was empty.

Even so, Jasper's heart raced, sensing an unseen danger.

He was as focused and tense as a volcano poised to erupt.

and training, told

caught his

firing a single shot that dropped the attacker from the second-floor

then, two more shots rang out, and Jasper dove for cover, narrowly avoiding the

table, walls, and furniture for protection, he moved swiftly, taking out the remaining

space was

reloaded his gun in two

pierced the silence, filled with

heart sank, his eyes widening with

of fear

"Jasper...

Save me...

me!" Each of Alyssa's broken, sorrowful cries stabbed at his heart, slicing through him and ripping at

the crushing heartache and anxiety caused

was thrown into

precise moment, a shot rang out, piercing his

wound, and the intense pain made

He almost stumbled.

severe old injury on his left shoulder from rescuing Alyssa on Shelland Island,

had no time to dwell on

three quick shots in the direction of

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