MARA
My phone buzzes in my hands, pulling my attention away from the intense tension that hangs between Rolan and me.
I glance down at the screen, expecting maybe a text from my masked man, but instead, it’s a memo from my school.
I open it, the words blurring together as I skim through the message. My heart sinks with each line.
“An indefinite strike?”
“A state of emergency in Seattle.” I read the outline out a bit loud, out of my subconsciousness.
Something about suspicious creatures wreaking havoc in the city. I scroll further, my fingers trembling as I absorb the details—there were records of deaths and injuries. And the government is scrambling to identify the threat.
Pictures of the dead and injured flash across the screen, their faces twisted in pain, bodies scarred by dee
