Crack.
The body drops.
But there are too many. More Vultures descend from the trees. Then shadows pass over us.
Dozens of them.
Oh fuck.
Ethan brought an entire fucking army. They dive toward Wreck and Rowan. And every single one of them makes the same mistake.
They forget to look higher.
A roar shakes the mountain. The sky fucking catches fire.
It’s Justin. The Dragon dives through the cloud of Vultures like a living missile.
His enormous wings blot out the sun. Fire erupts from his jaws. Not toward the forest though.
Up.
Controlled.
Precise.
A wall of flame cuts across the sky. Vultures scatter.
Some aren't fast enough. Feathers ignite. Screams fill the air. Burning bodies tumble through the smoke.
The smell is horrible.
Feathers.
Blood.
Charred flesh.
The forest becomes chaos.
Ethan coughs. His grip on my hair tightens.
Then something cold presses against my temple. I freeze.
A gun.
“You fucking bitch.”
Of course.
What kind of piece-of-shit Shifter brings a gun to a supernatural fight?
Ethan. Only Ethan.
“Stop them!”
“No.”
He yanks my hair.