her hips and avoiding pressure on her broken ribs. T

t lances of pain through her ribs, but she gritted her tee

achete. "So, your clan," he called back, his vo

," she said, her voice breathless from the run. "The leadership is corrupt. They hoar

a shithole,"

hy I was out there alone. They d

d, seemingl

e world

rough the trees ahead. The air temperature p

ntly down behind a thick trunk. He drew

e pale. "The Warlord. He's

d. They too

aggered after them. Each step was agony, her broken ribs grinding, but she clenched her jaw and followed the trail of frost. By

enter kn

man. A g

ctical vest. His eyes were glowing red, devoid of san

re on his neck. Thick, purple-red veins craw

hat wasn't just poison. The vasodilation, the

"That Phantom Vine isn't a normal venom! It's a blood-boiling

ound, his eye

ill burst and he'll bleed out from the inside in ten minutes!

ice. His head snapped up. Those

ndiluted predator. H

y instinct scream

lder. "You're a medic!

Core Grass and snake slough to

e!" Doyle interrupted. "Th

ite. The conventiona

ize it physically," she said, the words tasting like ash in

her. There were no high-level f

He slammed his fists into the gr

human. He was trying to freeze himself.

s the only thing keeping