The army of freelance fighters had arrived. Lorcan efficiently gathered them together and gave them instructions. Orla kept staring at the cliff above.
T“Lorcan!”
“What?”
She pointed up, and Lorcan saw Alyna dangling by a hand at the top of the cliff.
“s**t!” He turned toward Nathan and saw that he was no longer looked human. His eyes sparked with a strange color, and he was whispering a strange language into the air as if communicating with an unseen someone or something.
But he didn’t shift.
Lorcan returned to his troops. “Do we have any shapeshifters here? Anyone who can fly?”
No response.
“What kind of weapons do we have?”
They all patted their belts loaded with an assortment of handguns, rifles, saws, and daggers. One even had a large machine g*n. But all of them were individ
