I look left and right; I am being stormed from both sides.
"Keep your ground," my mother instructs softly from the side. "Wait your chance."
Adrenaline builds up in me faster than Mason and Everett rushing towards me.
"Now!" My mother shouts.
I run towards Everett, duck and grab him by the shirt. With all my might, I jump up and swing him towards Mason. They crash and collide, both groaning.
"Nicely done," my mother smiles at me. "Remember Megan, hunters will shoot first before they go to hand-to-hand combat. You must keep moving, okay? And never in a repetitive pattern. It makes it harder for them to anticipate your next move."
“Alex,” my dad shouts, interrupting us from the deck. “They are here.”
"Brace yourselves," my mother grins as she turns around and walks back to the house.
