It felt wrong to ask you something like that. After everything you’d done for the camp, after all the arguments the two of you had been through—and especially at a moment like this, when you were finally getting some rest after hours without sleep.

But this was about Octavia. And Bellamy would do anything to keep her safe. In some way, you were the one person he could truly count on to help him.

You opened your eyes the moment you felt a hand gently press against your shoulder. You looked at him first, then glanced around, trying to understand why there was so much movement in the camp so late at night.

“Sorry, sorry…” he murmured, as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, trying to shake off the heaviness. “Octavia’s missing.”

Your confused eyes locked onto his, and before you could ask, he continued. “It’s been hours and she still hasn’t shown up. I need your help.”