Maelis

“It's a trap.” I muttered under my breath as I watched the figures in camouflaged dark outfits come out of the nearby forest one after the other.

They shot first at Lucian's car tires before slowly closing in.

Even though it's been three years, looking at them all I could think of was that night.

The sound of gunshots. Fire. Screams. The smell of smoke and blood. The woods burning, even the quiet sound of death, everything was rushing back.

I didn’t even notice Lucian moving until his hand suddenly yanked mine, snapping me back to reality.

“Can you use a pistol?” he asked, his eyes flashing with urgency....