But then I hear a familiar roar from behind me, my eyes meeting dad as I watch a rogue stomp on his leg as another holds a knife to his throat.
I run, jumping over every dead body and living body on the way, my heart races as I try to get to him in time, panic hitting me as I watch a rogue lift a knife
Drake's parents had taken me on as their own, filling a void that I never imagined was so big and there was no way, hell or high water would I ever let them die.
As I reach them I dive for the man with the knife, hitting him in the waist, his knife slamming into my arm as I think of him unable to move, I gasp as the pain splits down my arm.
I ignore it, rolling off dad where I had landed and I kick the shocked rogue in the stomach, he gasps as I wind him, doubling over. I grab his he
