“Is he–” Margot asked hesitantly, twisting a strand of her hair around her fingers.
“He’s alive, but barely,” Charlie answered. “They all got extremely lucky. The shades barely touched them. I’d estimate they each have about a week left to live.”
Owen’s stomach sank. A week? And that’s lucky? Owen was starting to feel cursed. Everyone around him kept getting hurt.
“Those shades are something else,” Will added. “We got the last one, but who knows when there will be others.” He shook his head. “We need to get everyone back to camp as soon as possible.”
“What? No!” Owen exclaimed. Diana finally raised her head to glare at him, eyes rimmed in red and tears streaking down her face.
“Owen, this is it. We didn’t stand a chance against a few shades. We couldn’t even rescue some of our own wi
