Alpha Blade
Emily’s POV
“Pick up, pick up please,” I said, worriedly as I dialed Blade’s line repeatedly. “Come on… Please.”
I was about five hundred meters away from the packhouse terrain, hiding under the canopy of a large shrub but I was still frightened.
“Fuck!” I cursed, throwing the phone to the rough ground and watching it tumble before coming to rest on the wet root of an oak tree.
Regretfully, I went over to the tree and picked my phone back up, wiping off the dirt and stain marks on it. Fortunately, it had only sustained a few cracks.