“We need to get out of here now.”
We sprint up the steps, my body protesting with every minor shift or move of my muscles. I grope the walls for support and focus on keeping my footing balanced so I don’t slip and fall. My head is pounding and my vision swims but I continue moving forward despite it all.
We burst out of the door.
Bright lights assault my vision, and I realize it’s the early rays of the sun streaming into the hallway. The space feels familiar yet eerily changed in a way I can’t comprehend. One thing though; the Lysidas pack house has never been welcoming.
A teenage girl is waiting just outside the door; cradling heavy guns to her chest as if they’re plushy toys. It takes me a heartbeat to recognize her; wild hair dyed a blazing red and braided down her back, pretty face
