Amelia’s POV
I clung onto Damien as he ran forward, holding me in his arms. We were following the path of the van. While I had little hope we would catch up in human form, this was the only way I could get Damien to agree.
He could have caught up to the van on his own, but he was adamant, he would not leave my side. I couldn’t make him, and I was still scared enough that I didn’t want to be alone.
I hoped, eventually, we would find where Jake single-handedly succeeded in stopping the group. Or maybe he would trot back to us with more intel about which way they had gone.
Instead, in the distance, I saw a dusty pile of something of the middle of the road. My heart sunk down into my gut.
“Damien,” I cried, my voice breaking. “That’s –”
He moved quicker, truly pushing himself to the edge
