Bab 9: Chapter 10

He raced for the ditch where Emery had been fighting moments ago, but an overlarge bolt sunk into the ground just ahead of him, narrowly missing his foot. A warning shot, but the jolt of it, of jerking back and trying to avoid tumbling over the protruding projectile, only unbalanced Connor worse than if he’d tripped over it.

His ankle caught in the thick grass and bumps of the hill leading out of the ditch. He hit the ground hard on his shoulder and rolled twice, winded as he came to a stop on his back. His phone slipped from his hand but he could see it blinking, dialing. A photo from Nosferatupulled up.

“Alec!” Connor cried just before a foot came down and crushed it, silencing his only lifeline.