Soren
Some were still twitching. Others were already still, twisted at unnatural angles beneath chunks of stone and burning wood.
The scent of blood and charred skin clogged my throat. Through the smoke and chaos, I could see rogues pouring in through the gaping hole in the wall. Many of them, too many.
This, was not at all a part of the plan.
A girl was crying for her mother. The alarmed cries crescendoed as the attack began. My ears rang. I couldn't… couldn't find my aunt in the crowd.
Couldn't find Maisie.
This was wrong. Everything was wrong.
A snarl erupted behind me and Mercer tore out from underneath the rubble. Jericho grabbed me, overcoming his fear of fire as he hurled us in a different direction as flames roared to life around us.
Right into the thicket of the attack.
"Fucking move, Black!" he yelled.
My Lycan slammed against my ribs so hard I almost shifted on the spot.
Find her. Find her. Find her.
