It echoed louder than necessary, as if it couldn’t pass up the chance to scold me. Not daring to look down at the branch beneath my foot, I threw caution to the damn wind and made a run for it.
Three heads whipped around as I barreled through the forest line like a wolf in a china shop.
“Lola—” Zeke shouted; his hands clutched to his abdomen where the white t-shirt he wore was soaked through with blood.
Rowena, whose hair long hair was tangled from the wind, had wide eyes brimming with unshed t