Then another.
Then three more.
The bastards piled onto him like wolves bringing down a bear.
And suddenly I understood.
They weren't trying to kill us.
They were trying to keep us apart.
Keep us busy.
Keep us fighting the wrong battle.
All I could see was black smoke, claws and red eyes piled on top of my oldest brother.
The next something tore through them from the inside.
A roar ripped across the greenhouse.
Ferus’ growl shook glass overhead.
Then bodies flew.
One hybrid crashed through a stone bench.
Another disappeared into a cloud of black mist after being launched halfway across the greenhouse.
For one stupid hopeful second I thought he'd somehow found a way out.
Then I saw him.
And every bit of hope died.
"Fuck..."
Thane stumbled out of the swarm covered in blood.
