Chapter 8
Dakota
Whatever scared the fanatics, they came running down the street and into the forest like bats out of hell. Their numbers had strongly dwindled, and their routes looked erratic and disorganized. Their gray-haired leader frantically tried to discern what had taken place, but he couldn’t get any of the splinter group members to stop and talk to him. Other worshippers who had stayed behind joined their comrades in fear and panic. Terrell shot Dakota a glance that said he wanted to deal with the remnants of this group. Dakota gave a nod but insisted that the leader be left to him. “He’s mine.”
The two carefully climbed down from their perch. Terrell bared his spines and immediately went into his fight mode. He took out a surprised devotee in a fluid motion. Dakota watched as
