Chapter 22: AfterThe shadow hours of early morning cast gray wings across my land as the three of us stared at the scorched pumpkin patch. I don’t think any of us grasped the magnitude of the night. The voice in my head disappeared and the ground, at first glance, appeared as it always had.
Ivan touched my shoulder.
“Something’s wrong with Chester.”
Chester slumped beside a nearby tree.
“Ches?” I called.
He didn’t respond, I jerked from Ivan and ran to him.
“Chester!”
His skin took on a grayish pallor, his body trembled.
For a moment, Ivan stared at us.
“Help, damn it!”
Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. “I could help him.”
“What? Ivan, help me get him to the truck!”
“He could live forever.” Ivan’s voice undulated in the cold air. “My blood is life.” His eyes widened. “
