Chapter 11
“Gage, where are you?! f**k!” When he didn’t reply, Dakota took matters into his own hands. With everything he had, he sprinted along the edge of the ridge until he found a spot low enough to jump down. He scraped his leg pretty badly on a sharp rock, but he didn’t care. Following a loose path, he ran until he found Gage near the edge of the camp.
On the ground, blood gushing from a giant wound just below his ribcage.
He writhed and clutched at the injury. Crying and moaning, Gage looked to be in pure agony.
Five steps away stood Eleanor, Terrell’s intolerable cousin. She held a large, curved blade, which, along with much of her arm, was covered in Gage’s blood. He saw a look of horror painted on her face. She didn’t seem to notice Dakota coming. Her eyes stayed fixed on her
