Torben
“Hemlock Grove is under attack,” I repeat the words that Garth had just told me. My blood ran cold as soon as he told me. I grab a pair of shorts and throw them on while Lenore runs around the room, throwing stuff into her bag. I march out of the room and down the hall to the largest set of doors. I pound hard on the doors. “Tyrell!” I bellow.
There is a grunting noise and shuffling inside the room. The door opens, and I stare into my cousin’s half-awake eyes, “What the hell, Torben?” He grumbles.
“Hemlock Grove is under attack,” I state.
His eyes grow wide, “Now?” He asks.
I nod, “Yes,” I respond. “I have to leave immediately,” I turn and walk back to my room.
“Torben,” Tyrell grabs my shoulder. “Take the jet copters. I’ll send warriors too.”
“This is my fight, Tyrell,” I
