Red laser sights danced wildly through the storm.
Thunder cracked overhead.
Mud exploded around my boots as bullets ripped across the ranch.
I grabbed Flick hard, dragging her behind an overturned tractor tire near the stall entrance.
“Stay down!”
But her eyes never left Blaze.
Neither did mine.
Because Jesus Christ?—
the man looked unstoppable.
One Hollow Man rushed him near the horse corrals.
Bad mistake.
Hersh slammed him into the fence hard enough to break wood, ripped the knife from the man’s vest, and drove it clean between his ribs without slowing down.
Another came from the right?—
Hersh fired from the hip.
Dropped him instantly.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
Outside the loudspeaker crackled again.
“Shepherd to all units,” the calm voice ordered. “Kill McDougal first.”
Huge mistake.
Because the second those words echoed across theranch?—
Hersh smiled.
Not normal.
Not sane.
The kind of smile that belonged on battlefields and nightmares.
Wolf saw it too.
“Oh hell,” he muttered almost admiringly.
Trigger grinned viciously from behind cover.
“Shepherd really should’ve kept his mouth shut.”
Another explosion rocked the side of the barn.
