Nox’s P.O.V. “Got here as fast as I could.” Hakeem panted, thundering into the room wearing nothing more than a pair of standard issue sweats. “When do we head out? Tell me it’s soon.” I looked up from the map sprawled across my desk, blinking the towns and cities from my eyes. Washington state wa

Transporting wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Other than the occasional roll of my stomach, everything seemed to be running smoothly. We walked through the forest for another mile or two, following the transporters until lights appeared in the distance. Tents were scattered across the

“Quiet.” I snarled at the pathetic, quivering men. “Take off your coats, shirts, and badges. Set them on the floor and kneel.” Both of them were around my father’s age, lines creasing their face and grey tainting their hair. I tried to feel some speck of humanity as I stared down at them, but ther

Lilac’s P.O.V. Nox was here. He was actually here, and so was Jada and Hakeem. Shayla was as well, which was weird, but it didn’t matter because Nox had come for me. I wasn’t going to die here. These people weren’t going to turn me into their weapon. Fuck, I hoped I wasn’t dreaming. The horrendo

We jogged down the hall, pausing at an intersection long enough for Nox to glance down at the small map he carried. How he’d gotten it, I had no clue. A single set of bloody footprints were left in our wake. I could feel globs of it drying to my face, neck, and torso. There were patches on Nox from