The gunfire from the rooftop across the street grew more intense as Noah engaged in a fierce shootout with the sniper. Bullets whizzed past my ears, striking the wall and sending sparks flying.
I summoned Nightshade, urging her to chase down the fleeing sniper.
Nightshade understood immediately, transforming into a silver streak of lightning as she darted off. But halfway through, she suddenly stopped, turned back, and growled urgently at me, signaling for me to follow.
Although puzzled, I chose to trust Nightshade's instincts. I followed her, weaving through several buildings until we reached the other side of the rooftop.
And that was when I saw him—Noah, lying in a pool of blood...
His white shirt was already stained red.
"Noah!" I cried out, rushing to his side.
My hands tremble
