DJ's POV
The enforcers moved around all the time. One more was little to pay any mind to. They kept an eye on the fight outside, eager to move us all away from here and get to the bunker. They moved to better defensive positions, working like a well-oiled machine, and grabbing things that could be used as a weapon in their human form all the time…
One moving to pick up a boulder didn’t seem to look that suspicious…
Until he crashed it down on Sergei’s head!
The sound of bones cracking. The sickening sound of flesh tearing. The sound of blood gushing from an open wound and splatter on the surface.
For a cold second, I just watched as my mate’s best friend went down. His face contorted in a mask of pain, surprise, and then---
His eyes looked just---
Vacant!
Empty…
Like he wasn’t the
