Chapter 50

• My boots pound down the wooden stairs in time with my heartbeat, laces trailing on the floor from where I didn’t bother to tie them. Kian, Frost, and Malix are already in the foyer when I arrive, circled up in conference next to the broken front door.
• A strong breeze and the sound of voices raised in anger and alarm drift through the crevice in the wood left from Kian’s assault last night.
• “It’s humans,” I say, my heart leaping into my throat. “Just humans.”